Here is my crazy experience camping under the stars with my family. My story includes sleeplessness, a helicopter, and a downpour. No wonder I hate camping!
Camping is a fun summer activity for most families. For some oddball reason, I don’t like sleeping on the ground. An air mattress does not resemble a real mattress. It just doesn’t. (Remember what happened to me in Paris, and you’ll understand why camping isn’t my favorite thing.) But last year when my husband wanted me to go camping with him and the boys for Cub Scout family camp, I decided to give it a try again. Since I love nature, and I love the idea of my boys having the adventure of being in a tent, I felt gung-ho about the whole thing.
When we arrived, the first order of business was to set up the tent. It was a big tent, so it took quite a while to set up. Then we blew up the air mattresses and unrolled the sleeping bags, and voila! …home away from home.
That night I had trouble getting to sleep. First the boys were giggling and tossing and turning and swishing and whispering and shooshing. You get the point. My husband told them to knock it off, and they were quiet after that, aside from the occasional turn.
Tick, tick, tick. Time just passed, and I wasn’t falling asleep. I was finally beginning to doze off at 1am, when a loud helicopter flew above us and nearly scared me out of my wits. Every 10 or 15 minutes, it would circle back over, just to make sure that people drifting off would not be able to actually get to sleep. (Later my sister told me they were probably looking for a fugitive, and that a helicopter is always bad news, especially in the middle of the night. I told her I was glad I hadn’t thought of that.)
The next night when it was time to go to bed, we had gone stargazing, and the boys had pointed out lots of constellations. My husband took the top off our tent, and we went to sleep under the stars. The boys were snoring within about 10 minutes of hitting the sack. My husband and I made love under the stars. I thought to myself, “This isn’t so bad. It’s romantic and fun, and I’ve never fallen asleep under the stars before.” No helicopters disturbed my sleep.
Water suddenly splashed my face at dawn, and I realized there was a huge downpour of rain coming straight into our tent! In the few seconds it took me to wake up my husband, I noticed the puddles on top of the sleeping bags of my 3 sleeping boys. My husband and I grabbed the tarp and flung it up onto the tent, getting completely drenched in the process. I looked like a drowned rat. “Good morning. We might as well get up. Can anyone find any dry clothes? It doesn’t matter if they’re dirty at this point. Dry is the only thing that matters,” I instructed my boys. They eventually got dressed. In the process of going to the camp bathroom and back, we tracked mud all over the inside of the tent. (We let it dry during the day and later swept it out.)
I shook the puddles off the sleeping bags. Oddly, the rain stopped the minute we put the tarp back on. Looking around the camp, the ground was dry everywhere except for where our tent was. It was as if God had dumped a bucket of water right on us because it gave Him pleasure to do so.
Tags: camp, camping, Cub Scouts, stargazing
Those are the kind of memories that bind a family, so, yes, maybe it did give God pleasure to know that He was helping to bind your family together.
It’s funny, but before I wrote this blog entry, I had decided to send my husband by himself with my 3 boys this summer to Cub Scout camp. It wasn’t until I finished the blog entry (downpour and all) that I decided it wasn’t so bad. So I told my husband I’d be coming again this year after all! We’ll have to see how it goes…
Susan,
A couple years ago we took our four boys camping. We were all in one tent and in the middle of the night, two of the boys ended up throwing up. It was so gross….all over their sleeping bags, clothes, etc. Ugh, not fun. Finally, about an hour after they stopped and were back to sleep, it started raining!! I couldn’t believe it!! Luckily it stopped mid-day and the boys were feeling better.
We have gone camping since then, though, and have had good times! 🙂
Oh my goodness! Vomit is worse than what I experienced; that’s for sure!
Sounds tiring but somehow magical, too, especially the stargazing part!
My whole family loves stargazing!
Some of my fondest memories were when I was younger and my family went camping in the summer. So much fun!
Camping definitely helps you to make fun memories with your family.