To camp or not to camp

Um, ya. I'm no camper. Was there really any question? So when Matt, Jen, and the boys invited me to tag along with them on their family camp-out I said no. I'm thinking . . . I'm going to have a nice, relaxing Friday night at home. So when Jen called me again about going camping, I again said no. But apparently she felt the need to call again, inform me that Mom and Dad were meeting them for dinner at the campsite, and to ask AGAIN if I wanted to come along. I folded. I ran home from work and frantically threw some things together. Quite frankly, I can't even remember the last time I went camping. I'm sure it was girls camp, but even then we slept in "cabins" and I'd usually only last one day before calling my parents because I wanted to go home.

Anyhow, this camping adventure was only one night so I didn't grab much. Matt and Jen had a tent they said I could borrow. I figured that since I didn't have an air mattress, and I sure as heck wasn't about to sleep on the cold, hard ground, that I would just use my futon mattress and a couple of pillows and blankets. I also grabbed the first bag I could find (which happened to be the sweet red leather bag I bought in Los Angeles) and filled it with a book, my pajamas, a toothbrush and toothpaste, and my contact case and solution. I didn't really think much about my camping gear until we were at the campsite and I was unloading my belongings into the tent. Everyone started laughing at me. Heck, I was laughing at myself! I didn't look one bit like a camper. But, like I said before, I'm no camper.

But, in the end, I had a really great time. It was a relaxing and beautiful night. I'd forgotten how nice it is to sit around the campfire and roast hot dogs and smores and to sleep in the breeze of the mountains. I'd like to do it again.