I've been camping a few times in my life, and I had fun. Really and truly. And it was really and truly camping. No air mattresses or cabins, no bathroom trailers or showers. Just some camping gear, a whole lot of trees and a really big lake. Okay, and some beer and hot dogs and a hole in the ground. It was a blast, a mess of twenty-somethings with no obligations and a long weekend. We got messy, dirty and not just a little bit (okay, very) drunk. Fast forward ten(ish) years or so and, well... I suspect camping wouldn't quite be the same.
Now, with three little curious boys running about. (Nearly one, two and three years old!) I'm thinking it would be a very different experience. Aside from the fact that our camping tents would have to be... well, HUGE, to fit us all, can you imagine camping with two in diapers and one newly potty trained?
What about the fact that my youngest likes to eat dirt, the middle one loves to explore on his own and the oldest is petrified of absolutely everything. Or that they all love to touch snakes and insects? They go to bed at 7 in the evening and get up around 5 in the morning. They don't know how to swim, but they love to play at the water's edge. They think fire looks like a fun thing to touch, and hiding from mom and dad is hilarious. Yeh... I'm pretty sure we wouldn't be relaxing on this camping trip. And we DEFINITELY wouldn't be drinking.
No. Thank. You. These days my idea of roughing it is to stay at a hotel that doesn't offer room service and babysitting.
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