Camping Post Mortem

Larry and I have perfected the art of always, but always, having all maps but the ones we need in the car during a road trip.  Our camping trip this past week was no exception.  Thus, we were forced to get our bearings by consulting one of those very vague maps found in a state-specific travel guide. 

We need one of these.

Where are we, exactly?

Well, we are east of Big City A and west of Big City B.

I don't think it's good driving to bang your head on the steering wheel like that, do you?  And no, we do not have GPS.  Sometimes David will read the MapQuest directions aloud in a GPS-like voice, however, just to make us feel more modern.

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I will NEVER trust a weather forecast again.  I mean, unless "scattered showers" really does mean "constant torrential downpour."  If so, then Weather.com nailed it.

On the bright side, our brand-new used pop-up camper does not leak.  And I got to spend the entire camping trip reminding the kids not to get mud inside our canvas/aluminum abode.  I nagged them more in 2 days than I have the entire past 2 decades.  

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This was a sign at a pizza place we stopped at.  It seemed funny at the time.  I must have been giddy from lack of sleep.  Something to do with rain pounding on the roof of the camper all the previous night...

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Have I mentioned it rained?

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My rain-induced fatigue apparently affected my judgment.  Otherwise, I wouldn't have marched into the campground bathroom and assumed that it was my 6-year-old daughter I heard washing her hands.  "I hope you didn't pee on your pants again!" I announced, loudly, as I rounded the entrance wall.  I must say, the grown woman standing by the sinks looked rather startled by my belligerent accusations of incontinence.

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In my defense, Susie had managed to go through all her pairs of pants by the evening of our first day there.  The photos of our picturesque waterfall hike on the second day are diminished somewhat by the fact that she is wearing pajamas.  And crying, because she doesn't like to hike.  Guess who was born into the wrong family, eh?

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Despite the fact that Larry and I packed almost everything we own for this camping trip, we still had to visit WalMart  to pick up things we needed.  These items included (but were not limited to) pants for Susie (see above),  rain ponchos for the kids, and a sweet little 1500-watt ceramic heater for the camper.  That's right, we now have both an air conditioner and a heater for our camper.  I never claimed to love roughing it, you know.

[Right/wrong sign: bobsgear.com]

[GPS image: ChristineKane.com]