There is no rest for the weary. This point was illustrated this last week while camping when after a day or two, my distraught middle daughter came out of the tent after finding nothing suitable to wear for the day. “Mom! Have you done any laundry?”
Granted, Disney is pretty plush as far as camping goes, what with tree stumps that house an electrical outlet and water hose. But each site has yet to boast of a washer/dryer combo.
I offered her two rocks and pointed her towards the creek.
There are no dishwashers either. Which is why I was in this position after slaving over my Coleman stove.
Another aspect to Disney camping is that the wildlife is not terribly wild. Our first night at the campground was spent investigating a disturbance in the tree over our tent. After shining a light up into the branches, we discovered four eyes belonging to two white owls just above us, peering down. The birds in general are pretty brazen, as they think nothing of swooping down and snatching a chip right out of your clenched fingers.
The squirrels make it a habit to unzip a tent of their choosing, and forage for unattended nuts. Like the kind that Fiddledaddy packed in his prized muesli. We had to hide food under lock and key. Had they gotten into my chocolate I would have been researching Squirrel Stew from my phone.
I noticed that our intrepid camping neighbors were feeding the little vermin. So when they (the squirrels, not the campers) wandered over to our site, I threw rocks at them. Thinking I was tossing food, they went after the rocks in a rousing game of fetch.
My friends (who were there with us) are the sort that run and hike. On purpose. They reported many a deer on the bicycle trail that did not bother to even look up much less budge as they rode by.
At one point a wild turkey wandered into our campsite. He was looking for a free meal. Little did he know that I was too, and imagined what he would look like atop the grill. But sadly I did not pack my bow and arrow. Or gun. Or even a girl scout knife.
Another exciting moment occurred near the pool when my friend Michelle and I were doing this:
And this entered the fray:
Animal security was promptly dispatched, and a fellow with a long tonged kind of piece of equipment gently herded the snake back up into the well manicured bushes.
I guess it would be un-Disney like to stomp on it in front of the children. Just a guess.
And finally, another instance of just how friendly the wildlife is at Disney occurred when one of the children excitedly came up to us at the pool, describing how a frog was giving another frog a piggy back ride. One of the more astute adults commented that they must have been playing leap frog and got stuck.
Disney camping. A walk on the wild side.