I’d rather be sailing
Comments (3) I married a sailor for a specific reason. Sailing vacations mean a nice warm bed, showers, and a kitchen. In Colorado, our sailing is limited by, uh… no ocean, so we’ve found ourselves doing what all the other Coloradans do for vacations.
Camping. Tent camping, actually.
I’m not a camper. I’m a wanna-be sailor. The Army ruined me of ever enjoying sleeping on the ground.
Now imagine what it was like for me today when I looked at the calendar and realized in the next thirty days, I have four camping trips scheduled. FOUR. When I agreed to a July group camping trip way back in March, I thought to myself, fine… great, got my one camping trip of the summer out of the way.
My boys, you see, LOVE camping. They love the tent, the dirt, the marshmallow stickiness. So I submit to one camping trip a year. One. And then there were four. Two with showers, one with port-a-johns (another thing the Army ruined… wait… they weren’t ever cool), and one that I’m getting paid for.
I start the getting paid one tonight as I drive up to the Colorado Rockies and hike in for Army survival training. Kill your food, build your lean-to, stoke your fire-kind of survival training. I figure if I survive this weekend I can survive a month of camping, right? I’m just hoping the amount of hours I’ve spent drooling, I mean, studying Bear Grylls on Man vs. Wild will count for something.
Camping trip one, here I come! Pictures to follow…
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