The kids were jonesing to go camping – my daughter, who is four now, has never slept in a tent out in the woods. Our truck needs some mechanical attention, so we decided to pack up our gear and head up our mountain on foot for a night. We lit out for the Territories on a hot afternoon. Here we go.
This is great, I thought. Until we got to the hill. I
stopped to rest a lot felt it necessary to take a number of photos of us versus gravity. I discovered grades become steeper in direct proportion to the amount of crap you are trying to haul up them.
Now we go this way. I’ll pull the wagon now, kids!
Ensuring the ‘rents have adequate supervision.
This is Ranger. Ranger is huge. (Ranger will have saddlebags next camping trip.)
Cook fire ready.
I didn’t take any more pictures because I was feeding the kids. Then it got dark. Then we went to bed. Then I discovered my husband had pitched the tent on huge boulders, all of which were under my side of the foamy. Every…single….part of it.
Early the next morning we were homeward-bound. It was already hot.
Funny thing was, that one night away from home, crappy sleep, aching bones and all, completely refreshed me. I felt invigorated, mentally and physically, when we got back. If one night in the woods does that, I’ll push that wagon uphill any old time you like.