Dream on.įact is, you are not into the woods yet. The plans you have for a family hike will unfurl and be quickly accepted by all in the spirit of fun and adventure. You begin to imagine that your suggested backpacking proposal might be passed by a healthy margin. A year has done wonderful things for the kids’ stamina too, and even your wife has forgotten the worst of the previous year. As you mow the lawn, you find yourself thinking about peaks in the Hindu Kush, shooting white water in the Appalachians, tightrope walking above emerald ice-melt on cabled monkey-bridges high across some forgotten gorge. You’ve rented The Bear video for the second time this month because the kids asked to see it again. Yet with each spring and summer, symptoms of camping fever break out. Let’s face it, your touted organizational skills, so useful around the house, proved woefully in adequate to the task of wilderness survival. Remember her rash of questions: “Is this really necessary? What was wrong with Disneyland in the first place? Wouldn’t reservations at that nice state park we passed have been a better idea?” Come to think of it, you recollect the rest of the family pitching similar heart-felt suggestions at you, intimating that anything was preferable to this…this camping.
How could you possibly have forgotten the jungle-strength insect repellent? After the kids walked hip-deep into that poison ivy and the calamine lotion ran out, even Mom got discouraged.
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And thank God that no one sprained an arm or ankle.Īnd that peak! You were so certain everyone would enjoy the glorious view– if only you had been able to reach it! Once a few miles from campsite, though, your long-range recreational patrol quickly became a portable feast, a mobile buffet for mosquitoes, deer flies, and a variety of other noxious blood-suckers. You painfully recall that unbelievably large blister on your eldest’s heel and how it became so badly infected. Your uncle’s heavy old canvas tent you could barely squeeze into sideways leaked so badly that the kids woke up miserable and cold in a swamp of soggy sleeping bags. In the first place, a sleeve of your favorite flannel shirt caught fire and burned to the elbow while you were drying it. It’s almost too painful to remember that camping trip last summer, but your family will never let you forget. Knowing what to pack for camping trips makes all the difference between a happy family vacation and a miserable one.
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