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A shocking thing happened when we were camping this weekend. AnnaRay said, "I'm enjoying this," and she meant it. Then in the car on the way home she said, "That was fun. We should do it again."
A little background: AnnaRay does not enjoy sleeping on the ground. She does not enjoy pooping in the woods, and she doesn't even like eating outside. She does not like bugs; she is afraid of the dark. and, in general, discomfort of any kind makes her really really cranky.
To her credit, AR has on more than one occassion shacked up with me for a few days and nights at one national park or another in my beloved 2-person, 3-season North Face Firefly tent (couldn't find a link to it because it's 10 years old.) She does this because she loves me, but she complains about the trip from the time we arrive at the campground until we get the pictures back months later, (remember back when we took pictures on film?!) at which point she says, "Hey, that was fun. We should do it again."
I think it says a lot about the joys of parenting that AnnaRay enjoyed our latest trip. I'm certain it was The Boy's infectious pleasure and excitment over building a fire and sleeping in a tent with his mommies (and blankie and No Cat) that won the day. Although, now that I think of it, it could have been the 'smores.
posted by judybat at 11:14 AM
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For the record, I should point out that AnnaRay was a model of comportment that time I went camping with y'all in Yosemite (1998? '99?). If any discouraging words were heard, it was in in the privacy of the North Face Firefly.
Even when the local fauna came to pay us a visit, she did not go so far as to question the wisdom of the whole enterprise.
Hell, I was probably the chief complainer during that trip. I still remember how icky I felt about not washing my hair for three days!
You guys went camping this weekend? Where the hell was I? Oh. Self absorbed. Well, holly lujah! You're northwest campers!
I like how Christine Lavin put it:
Camping
Reprinted here from original entry in "Beau Woes"
Words and Music by Christine Lavin
Copyright 1987 Flip-A-Jig Music (ASCAP), Happy Valley Music (BMI)
Well I'm in love with a man
Who loves to camp
He camps when it's sunny
He camps when it's damp
All he needs is a tent
A sleeping roll
A package of hot dogs
And a sack of charcoal
He camps in the desert
He camps in the snow
He says baby come with me
I say no.
You see I like hot showers
And I like ice
The cool cotton sheets on my bed feel so nice
I'm afraid of little animals
I'm scared of big bugs
I like the feel of bare feet on a Berber rug
I can't stand port-a-sans
Community soap
I say baby stay with me
He says no.
So I said why deprive yourself
Of the creature comforts
It's taken man so long to invent
And he said somethin' about Walden
Thoreau and back to Woodstock
Livin' his life in a tent
(Animal Noises)
Oh I can picture him now by a babblin' brook
Slappin at mosquitios
Slippin' bait on a hook
I can see the bear sniffin' round for something to steal
Oh bears, eat a hot dog, don't make my baby your meal
This whole scenario would give me such a fright
To think he coulda stayed with me tonight...
Where my air conditioner makes a real cool breeze
Not unlike the wind whistlin' through the trees
I've got stars on my ceiling that glow in the dark
I'll open up the windows we can hear the birds in the park
I'll put Wild Kingdom on my TV
This might not be camping but it's pretty close
Honey I'll act as primitive as you want me to be
This might not be camping but it's close enough for me!
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