Sunday, 14 March 2010
This weekend I was planning to go grown-ups camping with just me and my friend Jo. By lunchtime on Saturday I had assembled a little pile of camping gear ready to put in the car as soon as Jon returned from an orienteering event. As I assembled my gear I made vague plans to post a blog about grown-ups camping and how it compared with family camping. I was going to mention how even if you pack everything you could possibly think of , there's still room in the car for an elephant and its bicycle. I was sure that after the weekend I'd have noticed enough other differences between the two experiences that I'd have a blog post teeming with amusing observations. So at 2pm on this beautiful Saturday afternoon Jon rang up and said he was on his way home. He also said that actually perhaps since the weather was so nice perhaps we'd all go camping? Being the family minded person that I am I instantly jumped at the opportunity and began rushing around packing the rest of the gear required. NOT. Actually I think my exact words were something along the lines of 'It's not going to happen, I'm not doing the packing, I'll see you when you get home'. click. (the line was breaking up I'm sure). A few minutes later though I decided maybe it would be a bit harsh to leave the family behind on such a lovely day so I rang Jon back and relayed my reconsidered thoughts. THEN I rushed about and did all the rest of the packing required - changing my little pile of gear into a mountain of stuff (large tent, extra sleeping bags and mattresses, kids clothes, food, stove blah blah blah etc etc etc). An hour later Jon arrived and we collected the surprised kids from Denny's house, Jo from her house and we all headed to Fortescue Bay
Anyway - to cut a longish story short, we all went, we had a great time, Denny and Miriam came down on Sunday and we ladies did the walk we were planning to do, the weather was great and the unpacking is almost done and it was lovely to have my family with me as well as my good buddies.