Well, I just had to write about my camping trip because people seem to be intrigued by the idea of me going into the woods. Yes, if you know me at all I’m pretty much an indoor girl. However, if you are one of the few close friends I have you’d know that there is no challenge that I won’t take. This was one of them. Now you might wonder how I ended up camping and that is 100% all my husband’s idea. I had bought us a new tent over the Winter because I can’t resist a sale and he has always wanted the family to camp someplace besides our backyard. My husband had fond memories of a camping trip he had taken with his parents at Saranac Lake and he wanted that for his boys. So, he booked us a trip for two nights. Needless to say I was not thrilled. I had hoped that we could camp closer to home the first time, but that was not going to be the case.
The first problem arose when I discovered that we needed our own boat to get to the island. Yes, you camp on an island on the lake. It is very rustic and there are few spots on each island. We never even saw the other people on our island. Anyway, after much research we decided it would be best to rent a boat once we arrived. That ended up being a winning choice. It was one last thing to worry about. Next, I reached out to my Facebook friends for tips on camping. As with anything you put on Facebook I got a mixed bag reaction. Friends laughed, others loved telling me of their highly superior camping skills, but more were extremely helpful. I want to especially thank Bonnie from The Joyful Organizer for all of her help. Visit her website and Pinterest for useful information on just about everything! I made my list with Bonnie’s help and packed away.
The ride was good. Then came the horror of packing up all of our stuff on the boat once we arrived. It didn’t help that some of the dock was underwater from flooding and we were mid- calf deep walking back and forth at times. When we finally got to our island it’s crowded with people and about 4 + boats. Then one of the people shouted, “Sorry just give us a minute to get packed up. We thought it was too good to be true that this spot was empty.” Phew! Once alone we unpacked as the kids explored. Right away the boys decided they would not be going into the outhouse. Awesome-bushes it is!
We actually had a nice day. While I teased my husband endlessly about bringing our old stove top to the campsite it was great. Some said that we weren’t really camping because I had a stove top, but I can say if you are in RV is that really camping? If you have access to a bathroom is that really camping? I think the stove top fits in somewhere there in between. We slept on an island, in a tent with no air mattresses, had no running water and an outhouse. I think we pass the “is that really camping test?”. The night was rough. My oldest son experienced an anxiety attack (He has Aspergers) and began to panic about when and where he would be sleeping. We were able to calm him and played cards with him till grew tired enough for bed. I was up all night. I was cold, uncomfortable, and had to pee like a million times. I looked like death when I crawled out of the tent that morning.
My husband was determined to have a great day. We had breakfast then went for a boat ride. My son once again began to panic and said the boat was making him sick. My husband dropped us off and went fishing with our little guy. ( Who by the way is a vegetarian so it had to be catch and release.) I was so tired and my body hurt. I went swimming for a bit with my son then relaxed on a large rock overlooking the lake. It was quiet. It was peaceful. My son played in the tent with his Presidents of the US flash cards. I wanted to go home, but this meant so much to my husband. I came to realize that it was okay that I didn’t like to camp. I can do it, but that doesn’t mean that I have to like it. I took a nap later in the day and returned to play more games with my family just in time for my son to begin to panic again. This time it wasn’t so bad. The boys and I went into the tent with our headlamps and read our books while my husband tended to the fire. This was a much better night, or so I thought.
The next morning I awoke to find my husband fishing out on my rock. He looked tired and told me that he hadn’t slept all night that he was having muscle spasms. I told him that I was sorry that his trip didn’t go as planned. He looked surprised and said, “It was fine. I had a good time because I got to do something I have wanted to do for a long time.” I fell in love with him all over again. Another man might have been angry or disappointed that their boys wanted to read, not catch fish, etc, but not him. He loves me and them for exactly who we are and always will. He never tries to make his boys into who he wants them to be, or who he thinks they should be.
My husband tells me that when we get back he needs to get medical attention. He’s in pain. I do most of the packing and hauling onto the boat and off. Yes, people I can be butch if I need to be and when it comes to my family nothing can stop me. He screams in pain most of the ride home and curses when a rock hits the windshield of our new car and breaks the glass. We arrive home, I unpack the car as he tries to walk the pain off before heading to the doctor. I get the kids settled only to find my husband pulling up his car which we discover has a flat tire. (You can’t make this shit up!) I get the air compressor out for him and off he goes. He returns with pain killers and muscle relaxers. I give myself a mani/pedi because I have to be in NYC at 6:45 A.M.for the Today Show and an interview with Ryan Reynolds. This is my life, as odd as it may seem.
How’s that for a story? Now don’t get all negative on me because it was a good trip.
Here is what I learned:
- Things don’t have to be perfect for you to enjoy yourself. We had many good moments and laughs even though things didn’t work out perfectly.
- I have an awesome family that listens and talks to each other openly.
- My husband is amazing and full of unconditional love.
- I am capable of alot more than people give me credit for.
- My life is both weird and wonderful. ( I love it!)