Oh, A Camping We Will Go

Eric is finally in his fourth and final year of optometry school! Last week was May break (semester break). We were planning a trip to San Antonio, TX and to Eric's mission (McAllen--south of San Antonio) but stuff came up and we decided not to go. We didn't want to sit around the house so we planned small little outings instead.

Monday-Tuesday we went on our first camping trip, to Lake Chewalla, with the girls. Early May seemed like a nice time of year to go but it was too hot, humid, and muggy. The heat was stifling. It probably didn't help that all of our meals had to be cooked with a camp fire (my bad). Who wants to sit around a campfire cooking a hot dog in 90 degree weather? I tried to nurse Aila in the privacy of our tent but we both ended up sweating like pigs and so we fled to the van with the air conditioning running full blast. Night time was difficult because it didn't cool down much and the hole in our air mattress that Eric "fixed" suddenly gave birth to three more holes. I hate when that happens.

Eric and I grew up camping with our families. We absolutely loved it and have many fond camping memories. However, our experience with our own children left much to be desired. We decided camping is something parents do for their children's enjoyment-- NOT for their own enjoyment.

Lake Chewalla

When we asked Kinsley if she had fun, she said, "YES!" Then we asked her if she wanted to go again and she said, "No, I want to go to the park to play on the toys." There you have it folks! An hour at the park is more enjoyable than two days camping.

Camping Checklist...
eat a burnt hot dog (check)
play with fire (check)
swim in dirty lake (check)
eat s'mores (check)
get bit by mosquitoes (check)
sleep on holey mattress (check)
play in dirt (check)
see a snake (check)
smell like smoke (check)
pee behind tree (check)

next vacation... Holiday Inn (triple check)