Before you begin celebrating at the apparent demise of my blogging hobby, please be assured that I have not given up the past-time that I love. We were simply on vacation last week and I didn’t have the decency and common courtesy to tell you that before we left!!
As you are well aware, gas prices are incredibly ridiculous, so we chose to stay close to home this summer. Skywalker suggested a camping trip, so that’s exactly what we did.
Our plan was to spend five days camping about ten miles away from Grandma’s house. We chose to camp close to Grandma just in case there was an emergency and we needed comfortable shelter or a warm meal. That may sound ridiculous, but if you knew the details of our last camping trip, you would understand.
Our first family vacation nine years ago was a camping trip. Queen of Sheba was nine years old and Skywalker was four years old. We borrowed some camping gear from Hubby’s friend because we were poor back then. The vacation included a thunderstorm that flooded our campsite and a skunk INSIDE our tent in the middle of the night. That vacation ended with us checking into a Motel 6 at 2:00am.
Maybe that explains our reluctance to do it all over again.
This vacation was slightly more relaxing than that first camping trip so many years ago. David absolutely loved living outside. The toddler that has an average of one tantrum per hour at home had absolutely no tantrums at all during our camping trip. The toddler that fights naps with all the willpower he can muster actually slept for three hours each day while camping.
I’m tempted to sell our house and live in a camper.
Tempted, but not quite convinced.
I still don’t like mosquitoes.