This last weekend was our American Heritage Girls Fall camping extravaganza. Because I am who I am, I only attended the Saturday festivities with my girls. So there was no sleeping over. Mostly because this was all-tent camping, and could not accommodate the Class A Diesel Motorhome that I wanted to rent for the event.
Yet, I went with an open mind.
Our weather had finally taken a turn for the cooler (PRAISE THE LORD GOD ON HIGH) so the nights had been down right chilly. Supporting my no-camping stance.
However, when we arrived at the campsite Saturday morning, I was delightfully surprised to find that NO ONE HAD DIED FROM CAMPING OVERNIGHT. In fact, everyone looked like they were having a wonderful time. Even the adults.
I admit that I was highly dismayed to discover that there wasn’t a single coffee pot in the entirety of the camp. Not even in the kitchen, which was the only source of electrical outlets. (And by kitchen, it was a room with running water. No stove. No fridge. No 9 inch television from which to watch HGTV.)
One other mom made mention of the mass exodus that occurred early in the a.m. of parents in search of caffeine.
My girls participated in the activities and were involved in the Court of Honor where they finally earned their Joining Award and a Patch each. And during my time there, I made it a personal mission to really check into this phenomenon known as Camping With Children.
Because, hold onto your coffee mugs, I’m determined to join the ranks of People Who Camp With Children for the Spring campout. (I’ll probably make the inaugural trip with just my girls.)
Our AHG leader is AMAZING in that she plans and buys all the food needed for the weekend for All The Meals. Each family is responsible only for their own drinks and snacks. And extra-strength Tylenol.
I will appoint myself in charge of coffee. Somehow, some way, I’ll make that happen. Because camping should never involve unnecessary torture.
I’m looking into tents, taking stock of my blow up mattresses, and searching for a battery operated heating blanket.
Fiddledaddy is so excited about my change of heart that he’s trying to talk me into taking our December Disney vacation at the Fort Wilderness Campground. And I’ll admit that it is a somewhat attractive idea. The money we would save would pay for the therapy I would need after camping with ALL of my children and calling it a vacation.
Now, because I have to obsess over an idea for MONTHS before acting on it, I wanted to ask you all to give me any and all camping tips that you can come up with.
I will be taking copious camping notes.