|But no flowers or throw pillows - we're not THAT good.|
"So," he said, "I guess we're good to go?"
"Yeah," I said, checking inside the storage containers. "Looks like we just need paper towels and some trash bags."
Larry moved stuff around so I could sweep and wipe down the metal floor and the seat cushions. He opened his handy-dandy Coleman storage case that holds all his kitchen stuff and we checked that, too. Plates, bowls, silverware; metal pots; dish soap...all there.
"Is this for real?" I said. "We MUST be forgetting something."
I mean, hey, that's what we do.
Larry kept looking around. "Here's the stove," he offered, knowing I remembered the 2014 trip to a Maine WalMart, looking for a campstove to replace the 2 (count them, 2!) stoves we had managed to leave at home.
"There are 5 chairs in here," I said, checking the storage bench. "And they all work. What the heck?"
|It's worth the effort. Really, it is.|
"Yeah," I agreed, "like a screened-in porch on wheels. Sleeping in it's nice."
So we basked for a bit in our unaccustomed efficiency, daring to dream of a successful (i.e., not rainy) camping trip in non-humid Acadia, land of granite mountains and blue sea -- a veritable Eden where hiking and kayaking reign supreme, and children are never miserable about being forced to camp with their parents.
Look, I SAID it was a dream, okay?