A pivotal decision made.
Now we’re only waiting on the temperatures to rise.
We are entering uncharted waters for our little family.
We are going camping.
Over the weekend, I visited my aunt, camper extraordinaire, to ask questions and gather wisdom. She offered me her coveted notebook of lists for camping trips.
“Hose pipe? Why would we need to bring a hose?” I asked.
“Well, all campsites have a water hook-up, but we found that it’s good to have a hose so that you can direct that water where you want it to go. You may need to put out a fire. You just never know,” she answered. “And put a nozzle on it,” she added.
“Stool for tent?”
“Ah, it just gets tiring getting up and down from the ground.”
A couple of other items gave me pause, like astro turf, but I decided not to ask how she learned all these things.
“Camping is hard work but we always had the best time together,” she mused.
Sanguine and excited describe me well. I have such fond memories of camping trips with my family. I do recall feeling impatient for the tent to be up. I remember riding our bikes through the parks. I remember play grounds and meeting other kids who were camping with their families. I remember hiking and exploring all things natural. I remember swimming on sandy lake beaches. I remember waking to birds’ songs. I remember the smell of early morning and the mist hanging above the ground. I remember camp fires. I remember the cacophony of tree frogs and crickets in the evenings. Ah, I can’t wait.
I don’t remember any work.
Our maiden voyage will probably be this weekend. The plan is to get our feet wet (I hope it doesn’t rain!) at the nearest Alabama State Park, which is about 15 minutes from our house.
That is why I need tips and advice from seasoned campers, especially campers with kids. Lay it on me: what to do, what not to do, don’t forget, etc.