Seriously...Camping? It isn't fun.

I went camping. I know, I know. She who hates camping. I started getting this whole romantic notion of what camping was actually all about. I kept thinking, aw...the stars and the fire, roasting marshmallows, hikes by shallow streams, that just sounds real nice. Then I remembered. Camping sucks. It's super cold at night and you have to wear too many layers and then cram yourself into a sleeping bag and it's hard not to feel like you are getting into a body bag. Then it's really too warm during the day and you get sunburned and there is nowhere for you to go to get away from being hot cause you are OUTSIDE. Then the poop and the pee and the throw up. I did not throw up this trip, but almost. Actually I feel pretty good about this. I never really felt like I mastered a good squatting technique, well no more! All was well in that department. The first night, as I was breathing through fits of claustrophobia, I thought to myself: seriously, never again. Then that morning it was all stormy and I decided to stay in the tent, nothing to do anyway- I slept until 1:00 pm! I never do that! It was that really deep wonderful sleep where you are totally unconscious and whenever you try and get up it feels like someone is pushing you down and saying, shh, shh just sleep, just sleep. So I did. Then I felt much better about camping.

You know most of my camping experiences have been with my family. I sort of erroneously equated all of my bad camping stuff with my father, since he always loved camping and made us go. On this trip I found I realized some things about my dad a) he is extremely efficient and fast to set up and break down camp b) he makes the best camping breakfast c) he always has cool, up to date camping stuff and d) he taught me everything I know about camping i.e. trash and waste disposal, how to set up a tent, how to pack, how to hike. I remember before I went on my mission he bought me this fleece sleeping bag blanket. I slept in it my whole mission. I lost it in one of my 6 or 7 moves and have missed it very much- it would have been nice to have it on this trip. My dad is a man who loves to camp and shared that with his children. He did a good job.

but...I still would rather be in a resort.

not for you, for me

just wanted to write some muses, comment on the day and recognize some of the things in my life that both put me to bed and then get me out of bed.

today i started summer school
today i ate sushi
today i looked for places to live
today i had cramps
it was a good day.