In the 14 years that Elliott and I have known each other, we have never gone camping and have avoided sleeping on anything but a bed or a couch for a couple of good reasons: camping sucks. When you sleep, you should be comfortable and the right temperature and have walls around you to protect you from…whatever. Let’s just call us “indoor people”.
Forward to these days, where we have two kids that we encourage to be outdoors, and you wind up with kids that might want to go fishing, play sports, go into the woods, and may even join a certain scouting organization that involves camping trips. What you wind up with is The Seymours venturing about an hour outside of town for our first annual Fall Campout with Boy Scouts. The forecast for the day: 40s. The forecast for the night: 34 degrees.
Yes, it was really, really cold. Uncomfortably cold. The ground was hard. We all slept little, as you might imagine. I did not realize that my 36 year old bones could not sweat one night on the GROUND. Ouch.
But oh my…we had a great time. The sights were beautiful. Changing leaves. Birds. Clean air. Campfires. Food that I didn’t have to cook. Hot cocoa.
The kids were oblivious to the cold, finding it fun to bundle up, wear hats and new gloves, run in and out of the tent, play hide and seek with friends, make s’mores, and all of that outdoor stuff.
It was only one night, and the next day, we were WORN out…but…and I can’t believe I’m saying this…
I can really see us doing this more often as a family. If we made a few adjustments, like a couple of air mattresses and fleece liners for our sleeping bags, we’d be made in the shade. I’m ready to plan the next trip, because I want to see the stars again as soon as possible.