|Mmmm. Can't you just taste those s'mores?|
This week, Luke attended Boy Scout Day Camp at Flowing Lake Park in Snohomish (about 15 miles from our house). The director was using 3 campsites for activities during the day, but, of course, didn't need them at night. So we were able to camp there for free! Here's what I learned from our week of camping:
1. I am a diva/baby. I know this will not come as a shock to my husband or father, but I like my mattress, my dishwasher, my hot & cold running water, my 2-ply toilet paper. A lot. When I don't have these "necessities", I can get cranky.
2. I miss birds. I've mentioned before that we basically have 2 kinds of birds where we live; crows & seagulls. So hearing wrens and larks and woodpeckers this week was sheer joy.
3. I L.O.V.E. trail mix. I could seriously eat it for every meal. Why don't we eat it for every meal?!? I'm not sure anyone else in my family got more than a few handfuls of that crack-a-licious goodness.
4. I may never camp more than 15 miles away again. Every morning, the little boys & I would leave camp and come home. I would bathe them and myself and do laundry. We could eat as civilized people at our dining room table and watch cartoons. Then, in the afternoon, we would drive back to camp to spend the evening with Jason & Luke. Seriously, it was a perfect camping set-up.
5. I am thankful that we don't live in a dump, near a dump or on top of a dump. Our campsite was next to the camp's huge garbage bin. Any time the wind changed, it reeked of trash. The first night I even dreamt of garbage men chasing me. Since the campsite was free, we had nothing to complain about, but it reminded how thankful I am for our wealthy living.
6. I will not use a port-a-potty. I just can't do it. I try to convince myself that it's no big deal, but I can't. Point in case: Last night 2 toddlers across the road woke up at 2 a.m. screaming bloody murder. Not just a few yells or whimpers, but 10 straight minutes of loud decibel screams. Needless to say, I couldn't go back to sleep & couldn't stop thinking about needing to, um, powder my nose. So up I got and went to the port-a-potty that was 50 yards away, right? Nope. I walked for 5 minutes to the closest restrooms. Mind you, I was cursing my roommates the entire way for making me watch all those horror movies in college. But, I decided, being murdered by a serial killer hidden in the camp was a better option than using the port-a-potty. Can you blame me?
|Luke, reading to his brothers, around the campfire|