Thank God it didn’t rain. I think the last time I camped at all was with Susan and some grad school buddies at the Delaware Water Gap long before Emma was born. To label me out of practice would be generous. We packed gear for summer camping — our borrowed tent is a glorified screen house with a rain fly (no offense, Alexx — thanks for the tent!) so when we woke up this morning in 41 degree weather, we were all a little chilly. About 4:30 in the morning, Susan, Tyler and I were awake, with Tyler shivering, and me pretty cold as well. Tyler’s sleeping bag is essentially a folder over fleece blanket, and as we had lost his sweatshirt, all he was wearing under that was regular pajamas. So he climbed in with Susan. I think they went back to sleep, but I could not. At about 5:30, Clara awakened, so we went out and started a camp fire. Fire == Good.
I’m also a little put out as I am lacking DC adapters for some things, including my camera battery. And I can only charge one of the two laptops, so at the moment the “server” laptop is shutdown so that I have this one for actually doing stuff.
But we’ve survived, and even decided not to go to a hotel tonight. We are hopeful that the weather will be warmer for our next camping experience, in Utah.
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4 responses to “None of the Comforts of Home”
You may get this twice. I think I forgot to ‘submit’. Ah, the camping experience; it was fun as a single youth. I like to ski, but critical analysts conclude that skiing takes your mind off of common sense. Might that also be so of camping?
Fear not of electronic shortcomings. We have a local Radio Shack, and it’s just a few doors from the best independent ice cream shop in Colorado.
Almost all of the comforts of home, even cold beer, await within a days drive. And bring on those grandkids, cranky or otherwise.
I’m 4 days without beer. Keep one cold for our arrival at lunch tomorrow! 🙂
camping with no beer == out of practice indeed! 🙂
sigh…