The past few summers, we've camped at beautiful Ft. Ebey State Park. Just one night, car camping at a campground. The amount of planning and packing and loading and unloading always makes it feel more like moving. The sleeping pads never quite erase the knowledge of sleeping on the hard earth. My ears, used to solid walls, wake me up continually at the sound of a tiny gust of wind, a bird call, a twig breaking under a footfall in the distance. It takes days to erase the smell of smoke from my hair and my nostrils. The mosquito bites we come home with itch endlessly. Yet, somehow, we keep coming back to it. I think it has to do with the sense of togetherness in this setting that is hard to come by otherwise in the distractedness of modern life.
Thursday, July 14, 2011
getting ready
The past few summers, we've camped at beautiful Ft. Ebey State Park. Just one night, car camping at a campground. The amount of planning and packing and loading and unloading always makes it feel more like moving. The sleeping pads never quite erase the knowledge of sleeping on the hard earth. My ears, used to solid walls, wake me up continually at the sound of a tiny gust of wind, a bird call, a twig breaking under a footfall in the distance. It takes days to erase the smell of smoke from my hair and my nostrils. The mosquito bites we come home with itch endlessly. Yet, somehow, we keep coming back to it. I think it has to do with the sense of togetherness in this setting that is hard to come by otherwise in the distractedness of modern life.
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8 comments:
You are so right about the togetherness. Have a wonderful time!
I like the idea of camping :) and have only done it a few times... I keep saying one day I will get in a car and just take a tent with me and disappear for a couple of days.. hmm... one day.
First of all, beautiful eggs. There is so much I love about camping, but sleeping close to the ground and those things that go bump in the night are not included in the list. I know what you mean about hearing every little twig snap. Once it is dark I tap into some sort of hearing superpower. Enjoy the view and the good company. I'm sure they'll outshine the challenges.
I bet your boys will always fondly remember those trips!
Iwas just telling a friend that we have nev been camping...and that perhaps it is time to change that. Yur post today makes the pro argument even stronger
what a lovely adventure you have planned - minus the mosquitos! I'm so glad we have no mosquitos where we live, they can make life miserable.
I love camping so much. But this was not always the case! It was so difficult when the children were toddlers and little ones.
It is so wonderful to slow down and bring everything back to basic. The simple meals, the dishwashing in a plastic bin, the fire, the four in one tent with the dog after roasting marshmallows and the call of the loon in the distance.
Northwest camping is a gem, something we've not yet been able to repeat (the humidity! the bugs!!). But yes, the preparation (and clean-up) are epic.
Have you tried the yurts, yet? They are pretty wonderful--still square in the middle of state park wilderness, but with the small (significant) advantages of beds, heat and roof. (Not that it ever rains :)...) Rough-ish.
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