Yes, I was one of the many crazies who went out of town this holiday weekend. High gas prices, traffic and all.
Me and about 40+ friends and family headed up north to Yosemite for some good old-fashioned camping.
I love camping and I was so excited to go back to Yosemite, which I’ve only visited once, when I was about 13. I was also excited to take my 13-year-old sister for her first sleeping bag and tent camping trip.
She’s stayed at a cabin in Big Bear with my brother before, but it was a full-furnished cabin and I don’t think they saw any bears.
That was great and all, because it was still family, and my nephews were too young to be outdoors in a tent.
But she’s old enough to handle the great outdoors now. (Maybe I should have made her watch some John Candy movies in preparation.)
And she’s never roasted marshmallows out on a real fire!
What kind of kid would you be, if you’ve never had the chance to roast marshmallows to black melty-death on a piece of stick or twig you picked up off the floor?!
When I think back on the many camping trips I’ve taken, I think – Man, all we do is eat!
Hot dogs, hamburgers, pork and beans, sandwiches, scrambled eggs and bacon or sausage, granola bars, cheez-its, chips, s’mores of course, and if we had the money, some good carne asada and tortillas.
But it’s a great challenge to try to cook and eat in the outdoors, especially with bugs flying all around. I always feel vindicated when I’m able to finish my meal before the bugs can even touch it. Take that bug!
So while some of you are enjoying your weekend in the bug-free, AC, comfy-couch/chair/bed, home indoors, I’ll be roughing it on a rock, with some bears, swatting the flies off my s’mores.
And loving every minute of it.