C is for Camping!

     My idea of camping out up used to be a posh room poolside at a luxury hotel where  waiters served you tropical drinks with umbrellas while you caught rays and lathered on sun tan oil.  I couldn't imagine why anyone would pay money to be in the middle of the woods, making food themselves, and setting themselves up as mosquito bait.  It seemed to me like the woods was a good place to get ass raped and left for dead.  It certainly wasn't my idea of a good time.  I mean what the hell would there be to do?  Sit by a fire and twiddle your thumbs swatting mosquitoes?  No thank you sir and ma'am.

       I realized not long after meeting my husband how wrong I could be.  He had been a happy camper most of his life seasonal camping with his family at a local campground.  I admit when he first asked me to go spend the night in his folks camper at the campgrounds, I was skeptical.  Since I loved the man already, I was game.  I packed up enough food to feed an army, blankets and pillows, bug spray and benedryl, card games, and steeled myself for an adventure.  I was willing to suck it up at least once for him and try it.   They say what doesn't kill us makes us stronger.  

        We rode our bikes up and down every trail.  When it was hot, we swam and splashed in the swimming pool.  When we got hungry,we built a fire and made a feast. We played cards and laughed.  The best part was sitting around the

campfire under the stars watching the flames dance and stuffing our faces with gooey marshmallows. After that first experience,  I was hooked.  Now our kids and dogs join us and we have a fabulous time!