Thoughts about camping
Posted by Ryan Woods
Just got back from camping in Lincoln City today. It was fun...kind of stressful, but fun. There was some rain, some sun, and lots of cold weather. Jones got to spend lots of time with his cousin which is a good and a bad thing. They're both oldest with very strong personalities and he's nearly three years older than Jones. So camping was fun, but at times I felt like all I was doing was yelling at my son. It sucks when it gets like that and it made Jess and I try to step back to figure out better ways of dealing with the stress between the two boys vying for power and control over each other.
Anyway, being out there got me thinking about camping in general and I'd like to share my thoughts.
The point of camping, if I'm not mistaken, is to get away and relax/spend time with family. In other situations and with other people one might add the purpose of getting completely plastered on that list (this is not my experience, but the reality of the world around me that I am aware of). But the way in which we "get away" is so strange isn't it? To get away from our homes, our lives, the city, city living, etc. what do we do? We go out and purchase all sorts of cool gadgets that are intended to make us feel like we're at home. We pack in fake houses (tents), stoves, giant queen sized beds, chairs, cooking utensils, showers (I'm personally very much against this one), and other cool handy dandy items. We then often setup our campsite at campgrounds. At these campgrounds there is running water, garbage cans, chopped up wood for you to buy, and other amenities ranging from putt putt golf (thank you KOA's) to built in bbq's. Many of the "good" campgrounds advertise being close to the beach, to quaint local shops, swimming pools, parks, etc.
Does all that seem a little goofy? Have you gone to REI lately? I can't even go there anymore because they've got so much cool crap that I need...that I never even knew existed.
I love camping so much and I love that in order to get away from my everyday life I pack my minivan chalk full of stuff that's all intended to make me feel like I'm still back at home. Silly isn't it?
I'm not whining about camping, just observing that I...you...we are really odd...right?