Bret and I tried our first camping trip as a married couple this weekend. That's right; we have yet to attempt the outdoor living experience. Bret's not a big camper, as his idea of roughing it is a Super 8. With that said, we plopped the kid at Grandma and Grandpa's house and head out with some friends from church to Kickapoo State Park in Illinois. With plans for a long canoe trip on Saturday and plenty of smores thrown in for good measure, we were excited.
And all was good, even through the violent thunderstorms that lasted for hours through the early hours of morning... We were good until after breakfast when, plauged by some "get me out drizzling rain" stomach bug, Bret got sick. And sick again. And sick again. Last time Bret went to camp, in the fifth grade, he had a similar issue, but that time, at least a handful of chili dogs were involved.
So, we packed up (in the pouring rain) a day early and headed home. As it turns out, the rest of our friends were not far behind as there was so much rain that flash flood warnings were issued for the state park.
We'll try again in the fall. If that trip doesn't go as planned, I think our tent might show up for sale at the next garage sale.
Monday, July 14, 2008
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Good grief - with a Sheraton timeshare and Starwood points why would you willingly go CAMPING? I'm totally with Bret on this one! I only pray that we do not get children who want that "camping experience"! Next time you feel the need for that "back to nature experience" - go to the Zoo!
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