My family and I are supposed to go tent camping before the summer is over. It is on our Sand Pail List (refer to #3) after all. But honestly, I won't feel like a huge failure if we don't end up crossing that one off our list. ;P
It is not that I don't like camping. I love spending the day at the campsite, putting up the tent. Exploring the trails and river or lake that is near us. Cooking over an open flame. And S'mores and roasted marshmallows... don't get me started on those! ;)
But I hate the actually sleeping in a flimsy tent, on an inflatable mattress part. I wake up at every single noise. Every snap of a branch, convinced that a crazed serial killer or bear is lurking outside of our tent.
But I am supposed to be telling you all about the last time that I actually "roughed it". It was September 2009, and my son and I went with some friends to the Pawpaw festival at Lake Snowden in Ohio. We spent the day walking the trails around the lake...
We camped in a tent that night, and our inflatable mattress deflated in the middle of the night (why does that always happen??). I woke up at every other noise. Then we spent the next day at the Festival. That is my son in the photo below hand churning pawpaw ice cream with the good folks from Snowville Creamery...
Yep, it has been almost 3 years now since I have roughed it. And I am not complaining. ;)