I had a 3 day getaway last weekend with my girls as we camped with Emme’s Classical Conversations group. Fiddledaddy followed me to the campground to help set up the tent and to survey the surroundings to determine if I would be in imminent danger. As it was, the only perceived danger was that I might fall into the river, be carried off by mosquitoes bigger than my head, or pass out in the road while on the long hike to the bathroom facilities.
When the tent was erected, Fiddledaddy noticed Cailey sitting atop a picnic table looking miserable while swatting away mosquitoes with one hand and fanning herself with the other. Cailey does not do HOT well. Or bugs. Or manual labor. Or general discomfort. I pray for her future husband daily.
“Cailey, do you want to come home with Jensen? We’re going to the Animal Kingdom tomorrow.”
Animal Kingdom, a zoo on steroids, was the deal struck to soften the blow that the small boy could not camp. This was determined because of A) the heat, B) the river, C) the bugs, D) my frayed nerves. Jensen’s skin, while doing better, would never have survived this particular camping foray.
In the end, Cailey grabbed her backpack and pillow and escaped, leaving me alone with Emme. I looked forward to spending some quiet bonding moments with my teenager. Alas, I saw very little of her as she frolicked with her tribe of fellow classmates while tubing, skateboarding, kayaking, and general running amuck. She was positively joyful.
I, while eaten alive by various river buggery, enjoyed much time planted in my camping chair, enjoying the companionship of the other mothers. I spent a good deal of time quizzing them about the Foundations and Essentials classes, as I’m considering putting the other two children into CC next year.
But the reason for this post (I know, how novel, a POINT) is that I made an interesting camping discovery. Our CC group had planned on a pot luck supper while camping. I envisioned myself slaving over my propane Coleman stove, but alas I came up with a different plan prior to leaving home. I pre-made a large pot of Spaghetti with meat sauce and froze it in tupperware. Since our campsite came replete with ELECTRICITY (not unlike Disney camping), I brought my trusty over sized crock pot. To aid in the clean up process, I also purchased some crock pot plastic cooking liners. I was able to put my frozen spaghetti into the crock pot that Saturday morning at the campsite and set it on low. By that evening, I had a bubbling hot meal to present
at show and tell our pot luck dinner. And I didn’t even break a sweat. I have to admit that I garnered the idea after camping last month with the girls A.H.G. scouting troop. The camping team prepared breakfast and another meal by employing MANY crock pots in the camp kitchen.
Next month we’re inhabiting our favorite campground at Fort Wilderness with a gaggle of dear friends and their children. There is nothing to compare with Disney camping at Christmas time. Today at Wal Mart I purchased a smaller travel sized crock pot (2 quarts) for a measly $10. I have deemed this my new camping crock pot for next month, and I feel it will revolutionize the camping dining experience as I plan to pre-prepare one pot meals, freeze them, and plunk them down into the crock pot in the mornings.
You may have noticed a recurring theme in that, I, a previously avowed NON-CAMPER, camps A LOT.
Roughing it is hard.
Any other camping tips which would make the experience even easier are greatly appreciated!