Camping. Not sure who invented it, or why it has been handed down from generation to generation. Very sure I am glad I never lived in the wild west and would use a rock for a pillow and no tent, air mattress or blanket. But also sure the damp, stuffy insides of a tent where five people spend 10 hours all breathing the same air is not high quality sleeping. Nor is the car alarm that goes off or the baby screaming 7 campsites down the road.
If you can't tell, I'm not much fond of camping. I tolerate if for 36 hours or so because my kids think its quite the event. I went to Calvinette camp growing up so I probably spent 5 or 6 nights of my life in a tent before marriage. I loved Calvinette camp but I was young and don't even remember not sleeping well, waking up with a wet sleeping bag, or barely breathing oxygen. Ok, I'm catastrophizing.
My kids LOVE camping. I have promised them one night a summer and this was the third summer I have carried through on my promise. They think its sheer torture that I won't go on long trips or last for more than one night, but I stand by my promise. I tell them they can whine about having one night, and I'll take it away, or they can be grateful they get one night at all!
I do get better at it every time. We remembered a welcome mat and flashlights this year, so that was a definite improvement. I even made a list of 'must haves' so hopefully next year it won't take much thought at all.
The first camping trip was with 5 families from MN and we just picked a campground and a weekend and went for it. The kids had a great time. It was a huge playdate sleepover. Last year, we went with friends and a few people from church. Again, a great time and a huge playdate sleepover. This year was Celebration church's first annual church campout. I was a bit worried that that allure of camping would be lost in the fact that there weren't any friends. I figured the kids liked camping because of the excitement and when the excitement was removed, camping wouldn't be so much fun. Maybe I was hoping that. Anyway, I was dead wrong. They still love camping. And there were people there to play with. I had to work so I came late and the first thing Jessica said to me - Mom, there are like 1,000 kids here'. So much for not having people to play with. A couple from church were in the site next to us and they have a girl Jessica's age and a 3 year old boy. Brandon loves to play big brother to him and Matt and I enjoy their company as well. Another couple from church have spent years camping with their kids who are now grown but still have the huge tent. Matt and I stood around and watched them put up the huge tent that we slept in. We were very encouraging and even held up things and pushed and pulled when told. They brought the tarp and took it down for us, too.
So, all in all, it was a good 24 hours. And, it was the first time Matt had ever come with us. They had a service at the campground on Saturday evening that Matt led and had pulpit supply at church on Sunday morning. From what we understand, both services were about equally attended. Matt, Brandon and Jessica went fishing and Anika and Maria went swimming. We ate pudgy pies and smores and barely slept. It took 3 days to catch up with the laundry. The kids loved it, we tolerated it, and maybe next year I'll last 30 hours. We'll see.


