Our first camping trip


When I envisioned camping what came to mind was sitting around a campfire, roasting marshmallows and telling spooky ghost stories. Let me tell you, some nights are like that, but definitely not this one.

Jim and I were so excited when we finally put the Rhino Racks and CVT roof top tent on the Land Cruiser that we decided to do a spur of the moment camp trip at a local campsite. We were running out of daylight and had no time to prepare dinner at camp so we swung by Wendy’s grabbed some food and ate on the way. I remember the beautiful sunset on the way there and the anxious little boys who were ready to have an epic lightsaber battle as soon as we got there.

We set up the tent in the last campsite left in the jammed packed park. I thought it would be a great idea to wear a ridiculous wolf zip up the front adult onesie, BAD CHOICE! So… turns out we got food poisoning from Wendy’s. Jim was up projectile vomiting about three times and I will just tell you he’s the loudest puker in the world. While trying to clean himself up he set off the car alarm two different times and we couldn’t figure out how to shut it off for what seemed to be an eternity.

Jim went up to the showers leaving me with a sound asleep 3 year old and a wide awake 2 year old and I had to go to the bathroom. I waited and waited for Jim to comeback pacing outside the tent. I couldn’t wait anymore and made a run for it after making sure Daniel couldn’t get out of the tent that was about 8 feet off the ground. I ran for the restrooms carrying barefoot Jake. This is the part where that darn zip up onesie wreaks all of the havok. I dare you to try to take one of those off holding a toddler, not let your jammies fall in the toilet and not let the kid touch the bathroom floor I still pat myself on the back for pulling that one off.

Finally we all got back to camp. Daniel was still sleeping like a log, but it took me about an hour to get Jake to fall to sleep. Jimmy on the other hand passed out and kept snoring like a bear. His snoring was so bad hat the old people next to us came out and started banging pots and pans next to our tent. I got ZERO sleep that night making sure to kick Jimmy in the ribs every time he started snoring. I was also scared to death that he was going to barf all over the inside of our brand new tent.

I layed there in the tent peering through the Stargazser waiting for the sun to peek out of the darkness. As soon as 6am rolled around I woke Jimmy up and forced him to help me pack up the tent before anyone saw our faces because I’m sure they would ban our return. I told Jimmy he better sell the tent because I was NEVER going camping again!

We went home and I think I slept for 4 hours straight. I was so upset about the experience that I got Jim to agree to getting an anti-snore device before our next attempt at camping. Things have gotten better and I’m so happy I gave it another shot. Now that I’m learning the tricks of the trade it becomes easier every time. So the point of this blog is that it’s not always marshmallows and fairy tales, but you will always make memories to last a lifetime.

Life is about making memories. Adventure often & love much!

Until next time,


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