Camping
A word that most people would think as harmless, but to me it means complete torture. Well, it did up until this past weekend. Jason's mom decided that a family camping trip needed to occur in the middle of July. Now, we must remember I am from Missouri; a hot and humid state where you just DON'T go camping in the middle of July. The thermometer may read 90 degrees, but it will feel more like 105 degrees in July. Also, I have gone camping twice. The first time was when I was 15. I went with church and we had to endure treterous winds and tornado warnings all night long. Not fun. The second time was also with church. I had to sleep on a hill with rock stabbing my back. Neither were fun experiences.
So, when I heard we were going camping, those horrible experiences came back to haunt me. I wasn't really dreading the trip to Fish Lake, but more wondering how I was going to get through it. I packed and then Jason told me what I really needed to pack. He said I would need a sweatshirt and long sleeved shirts. I was mystified to why I would need this stuff, but I brought them anyways. We ventured up to the lake late Friday afternoon. It had already dropped to 70 degrees by time we got there. Weird. We ate dinner and went to bed on air ma tresses! Already, both of my horrible views of camping vanished. Though, I couldn't sleep all night in fear that I would be eaten by a bear, at least I was comfortable. The next morning we woke up at 6:30 to go fishing. Normally there would be no way I could get up, but I hadn't really slept, so I had no problem. We left out campus site with an amazing view and got onto the boat to go fishing all day. I hate fishing, but I did have fun for those 10 hours that we did fish. Unfortunately, I was the only one that didn't catch a fish on that 10 hour trip, but I was constantly anticipating that I would catch one that the day went by pretty fast. But, I am going to be honest, I have fished before and never caught anything and am pretty sure I am just bad luck and will never catch anything. We headed back to the campsite for a dinner of fried chicken and potatoes (did I mention how much I love camp food). We left for home the next morning, perfect amount of time for a camping trip.
So, I have to admit, camping in Utah, high up in the mountains isn't that bad. It is actually pretty fun when equipped with the right things...an air mattress, cool weather, and good food.
A word that most people would think as harmless, but to me it means complete torture. Well, it did up until this past weekend. Jason's mom decided that a family camping trip needed to occur in the middle of July. Now, we must remember I am from Missouri; a hot and humid state where you just DON'T go camping in the middle of July. The thermometer may read 90 degrees, but it will feel more like 105 degrees in July. Also, I have gone camping twice. The first time was when I was 15. I went with church and we had to endure treterous winds and tornado warnings all night long. Not fun. The second time was also with church. I had to sleep on a hill with rock stabbing my back. Neither were fun experiences.
So, when I heard we were going camping, those horrible experiences came back to haunt me. I wasn't really dreading the trip to Fish Lake, but more wondering how I was going to get through it. I packed and then Jason told me what I really needed to pack. He said I would need a sweatshirt and long sleeved shirts. I was mystified to why I would need this stuff, but I brought them anyways. We ventured up to the lake late Friday afternoon. It had already dropped to 70 degrees by time we got there. Weird. We ate dinner and went to bed on air ma tresses! Already, both of my horrible views of camping vanished. Though, I couldn't sleep all night in fear that I would be eaten by a bear, at least I was comfortable. The next morning we woke up at 6:30 to go fishing. Normally there would be no way I could get up, but I hadn't really slept, so I had no problem. We left out campus site with an amazing view and got onto the boat to go fishing all day. I hate fishing, but I did have fun for those 10 hours that we did fish. Unfortunately, I was the only one that didn't catch a fish on that 10 hour trip, but I was constantly anticipating that I would catch one that the day went by pretty fast. But, I am going to be honest, I have fished before and never caught anything and am pretty sure I am just bad luck and will never catch anything. We headed back to the campsite for a dinner of fried chicken and potatoes (did I mention how much I love camp food). We left for home the next morning, perfect amount of time for a camping trip.
So, I have to admit, camping in Utah, high up in the mountains isn't that bad. It is actually pretty fun when equipped with the right things...an air mattress, cool weather, and good food.
