Tomorrow we’re going camping.
Now, I’ve been camping before. But it’s been years. And, according to my girlfriend, it didn’t count as “real” camping anyway because it took place in a cabin or a camper. Once, even in a yurt. I don’t know – it felt pretty real to me, what with the s’mores and the campfire and the abundance of stars overhead – but Tara scoffs at those experiences and dismisses them as “city folk’s idea of camping.” To her, you’re not really camping unless you’re out scouting for a flat spot in the middle of the woods and digging yourself a toilet. Still, I was a bit dismayed to learn that the campground I chose does not have bathroom facilities other than “vault toilets.” No hot water, no showers, no wall-mounted hot air hand dryer thingamajigs. I guess we really are “roughing it.”
Adding insult to injury is the weather. Today, it’s sunny and 80 degrees. Tomorrow and Saturday? They’re forecasting rain and 60. But are we even considering canceling the reservation and postponing the trip? Not a chance! Mostly because I bragged on Facebook about what an “outdoorsy” guy I am. To let a little drizzle stop us now would be downright embarrassing. So we’ll shoulder on and muddle through and bring rain gear and layers of warm clothing and just hope for the best. I’m more worried about the kids. Not sure how they’re going to survive without internet service. They live on their phones and computers. Audrey’s got an iPad, for heaven’s sake. When I was her age I had a clunky old Walkman…and I was thankful for that!
“We’re going to be living just like the pioneers!” I told them reassuringly, carefully skipping over any mention of the Donner Party. Besides, we’ll have two coolers full of food and will be back in a couple of days, so I doubt we’re going to have to resort to cannibalism on this trip. As romantic as that notion sounds, “just like the pioneers” isn’t really a selling point. That lack of internet connectivity is just the tip of the iceberg. No air-conditioning, no SUVs, no Breaking Bad.
No, thanks. This city boy is happy being a city boy. In the 21st century.
Yesterday I picked up a temporary one-day fishing license for Rusty. This will be the kids’ first foray into fishing, and I’m hoping they have fun. By some lucky twist of fate we were having spaghetti for dinner last night, affording me the perfect opportunity to discuss how to bait a hook with big, fat, juicy and slimy night crawlers. The way Audrey was staring at her pasta was priceless.
Regardless of the weather and any sort of squeamishness on the kids’ parts, I’m sure this weekend will be lots of fun and one big adventure.
Coincidentally, tomorrow also marks the one year anniversary of my solo road trip. Apparently June 22nd is synonymous with hitting the road and starting an adventure. I find it hard to believe that an entire year has gone by since I pointed my car east and started driving. I remember the near-manic sense of excitement I felt in the hours leading up to my departure, and the constant jubilation I experienced with each click of the odometer. It was definitely one of the best two weeks of my life, and a part of me wishes I could turn back the clock and relive it again. But then I think about how much happier I am today, and how much fuller my life is, and I realize that I wouldn’t trade this in for anything. The trip was a blast, sure, but it was also a temporary escape from an annoyingly humdrum reality. Plus, Tara and I were friends then – we even talked on the phone a couple of times during my trip – but we were still just friends. The good stuff wouldn’t happen for another two months.
I really, really like the good stuff.
So, off we go! I hope to regale you with tales of adventure and intrigue when I return.
If I survive to tell about it, that is. Did I mention there are “vault toilets” there…?