Not a Happy Camper
This was us attempting to take a family picture while being attacked by no-see-ums. Fun times! :)
A camper I am not. Last weekend, we had the opportunity to go camping with our church family, and while we had a great time pitching the tent, cooking over the campfire, and getting all rustic, I have to be honest and say the sleeping was The Pits. Our air mattress went flat around midnight, which was about the same time that the people who had rented the campsite adjoining us decided that midnight would be a perfect time to show up and loudly set up their campsite. I kid you not. Call us wimps, but we hightailed it home to our quiet and fluffy beds. Out of the two times I have been camping, both times I have left the campsite in the middle of the night, seeking sleep in any form. So. I would have to chalk up camping as For The Birds, and resolve next year to be sensible and just leave the camping business for the stouter-hearted folks. My idea of camping is a hotel without a pool. :)
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