I’ll be taking advantage of this cool spell that we have going on here and taking the heathens camping with friends this weekend I think. I usually prefer to camp during the fall so that I don’t have to deal with the heat and the bugs, but this weekend looks cool and breezy so far.
Once upon a time, all of our camping trips consisted of copious amounts of booze, a guitar and a tent. Now that most of us are married/divorced with children, things are quite different. We have to actually PREPARE. We have to dig out GEAR. We have to pack CLOTHES. We have to remember to leave room in the coolers for FOOD, of all things.
Back in the day, we could look at each other on a Friday afternoon and say, “Let’s go! Someone grab the tent” and bolt out the door. We could hike 2 miles into the woods and live for an entire weekend on the lake on beer and fish and a 5 pound box of hot dogs if someone thought to pick one up. Sunday afternoons would see us emerging from the woods, tired, hungover and smelling of stale beer and woodsmoke…but happy and content, swearing that it was the BEST TRIP EVER.
Nowadays, we emerge completely sober, stiff, cranky, out of patience and swearing to God that if we hear “Mom” or “Dad” or “Uncle/Aunt Whoever” one more fucking time….
Bah. Who am I kidding? I can’t WAIT!
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