We bought camping equipment on Sunday!
A bigger tent! It’s orange, and we can all fit in it now. All at the same time, and the dog, too. There is a little bump-out, just for him. The other purchase was a king-size air mattress, which is absolute luxury, compared to sleeping on the ground.
Why were we sleeping on the ground? Well, logic says that if you only manage one camping trip a year, and it’s only for one weekend, sleeping on the ground with some blankets instead of a mat won’t kill you, right? (Just make sure the tent is positioned over moss instead of rocks.) It’s also definitely OK to have 3 people in the tent, and put the other daughter and dog in the back of the Jeep for a couple nights, right? Because camping is camping, and that’s how I remember it; in a tent, on the ground, with wieners cooked over a smokey fire. Crawling, bleary-eyed, out of the tent in the morning is just part of it.
All of our family and friends have upgraded to tent-trailers, cabins, and those campers that might as well be a mobile house complete with satellite. Not to say that I wouldn’t love to have the use of a cabin, or a trailer (rain makes me admit that) but there just something about the simplicity of a propane cookstove, french press coffee, hand-crank lamps, and the sun coming through the tent in the morning, illuminating everything with the tent-coloured glow.
That said, we are definitely rigging up a rain tarp this year!