So, we made our plans. We began by making a list of everything we'd need to survive the adventure. My list included the tent, two flashlights, sleeping bags and extra blankets. His list consisted of marshmallows.
We were set!
After our lists were complete, we packed up and loaded our gear and eventually set out on our hike toward the campsite. We trekked together for a good jaunt, ending up at the far western edge of (drumroll) the backyard. Whew!
The Boy picked out a good flat spot under the stars and near the marshmallow cooking pit. After staking down the tent (and returning to home-base for other necessary supplies including the DVD player, games, books, and Cheetos), we cooked up some hot dogs and sugary confections. Camp-on-the-Highway was open for business! Our nutritious meal digesting, we spent the wee hours of the late evening playing Chutes and Ladders, watching movies and eating junk food until drifting off to sleep around 10:30. Or at least he did some drifting.
Being ever the victim of Murphy and his Law, Monday night was also the night that the neighbors to the south (and invited guests) decided to open up their backyard gazebo- and sand volleyball pit - for the first time this year and have a raucous party. Until 2 in the morning. On a Monday night. Do these people not have jobs? Of all the...not that the Boy heard any of it, though. Only those of us with 35 year old backs trying to sleep on the hard ground took notice.
And, it wouldn't be camping without an overnight rain storm. Literally 5 minutes after I heard the last of the rowdy neighbors stumble toward their house to sleep off all that they had imbibed, thinking that I could finally get some shut-eye, the wind began to howl and the rain began its plunking and spattering against the tent fabric.
When we awoke the next morning (and by "awoke" I mean he awoke, I was still just laying there watching it get slightly lighter outside, sigh)- with the temperature hovering around the freezing point and the tent doing a below-average job of keeping the rain out - we made a break for homebase, abandoning our water-absorbent gear to the mercy of the elements.
Overall, we had an outstanding fun time - definitely something he'll remember. He was extremely proud of himself for staying outside for the whole night and wants to do it again. Which is Excellent. My favorite part? Walking the 50 or so feet back to the house and taking a hot shower and getting the coffee pot going.
I confess that the neighbors were lucky it was still raining at 7:00 am when we headed indoors. While lying there listening to them clank beer bottles around and play midnight volleyball under their bleeping floodlight with music blaring, I was secretly plotting revenge from the other side of the fence. Amongst my sinisterly less-than-appropriate fantasies involving a chainsaw and/or gasoline and matches to burn down their gazebo, I had settled on doing some spring yard work with my extremely loud leaf-blower near their bedroom windows. Had it only stopped raining.
So, here's some pictures of the past few days, starting with a couple of obligatory Easter shots. I hope your weekend was equally memorable!
|The Boy had a wonderful Easter with his cousins in Northfield on Sunday. Definitely one of the highlights for the adventurous lot was discovering the storm drain in Grandma's backyard and all of its inherent echo-iness.|
|It's universal for 5 year olds that during an Egg Hunt you are required to stop after each find and take inventory. And then eat inventory.|
|Before the camping trip on Monday, the Boy decided he wanted to eat at the driveway-drive-thru. I'm not to proud to flip pretend burgers and serve them out the living room window...would you like fries with that?|
|And on to camping! Here's to you, oh mighty campfire! Thank you for your ability to melt things.|
|Definitely my kind of camping. We're really roughing it here - I mean, seriously - look how small that screen is! We can hardly see it!|