Camping

I really shouldn't be blogging. I really should be making a packing list and checking it twice. It is time for the annual camping trip. Actually it is more than annually, but whatever. I have the menus all made out, the laundry is almost done, the house looks ok (especially for my house) and the list goes on.

When I was a little girl my family went camping all the time. Most of the time, I didn't care for it unless a friend came along. If no one came with me then I was always lonely. The boys all had each other, mom had dad and I had no one. I took many a lonely walk while camping. I really grew to appreciate God's wonderful, marvelous creation. I absolutely loved the wildflowers and that has not changed. I still love them. I would turn anything I could find into a friend and I would tell my new friend everything. I talked all the time and it never mattered if anyone was listening or not. I knew that God was hearing me.

I always liked the food when we went camping. It was always so good and something about being outdoors made it taste even better. My mom made great camp food. We would have fried potatoes, baked potatoes, corn, steak, green beans, fried chicken (my favorite) and well you get the picture. One of my favorite parts is that we could have soda which we didn't normally get at home.

I think one of the main reasons I did not like camping is that we camped in the mountains. I would get so sick going around those curvy roads. I was never going to go camping when I grew up.

But, I did (I still try to avoid the mountains) I am glad because it really makes one appreciate the conveniences at home. A shower seldom feels better than when you haven't been in your own shower for several days. A washer/dryer is a welcome sight, and a dishwasher and a refrigerator suddenly become newly found friends.

So, I better get back to my prep work for our latest adventure. By the way, another reason I have never been a huge camping fan is the weather. Did I mention that the forecast for the weekend is: raining?