Wednesday, August 08, 2007

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Dad/kid camping trip Saturday night: Rained Out.

Now before you pseudo-psycho "I drink my own pee when I camp" outdoorsmen get all fuckity with me, understand that we six dads had 16 boys and girls ranging from age 5 to age 13, and it rained so hard that all of the paths turned into rivers flowing directly into the tents. Everything and everyone was soaked, inside and out. So the decision to pack it in was a pretty easy one to make, because while "sticking it out" might sound fun and adventurous in spirit, dealing with cold, wet, miserable children all night when you could have avoided it is just plain stupid.

As one of the other dads and I were on breakfast duty, we did have everyone over to my house in the morning for the breakfast burritos we were planning to make in the mountains. We even cooked all the stuff outside with our camping gear, just to get in the spirit. Yep. That's the guys we are.

Then went back into the mountains with the family for a vacation, except that I only got to go for one day because I had to drive back down Monday and hop on a plane to Cincinnati for a work thing. Family stayed in the mountains until today. Work thing went well, but yeah, I'd have rather stayed on vacation.

Okay, I better get going. I just knew you were missing me, so I thought I'd drop you a quick line to let you know I'm back.

13 comments:

Mamma said...

Of course we were missing you.

And I love the term "all fuckity."

Can I borrow it from time to time?

Jeff said...

Feel free to use it liberally.

PJ said...

Before we get all fuckity with you?

LOL!

That picture says it all -- yecch. But you know how I feel about tent camping, even when it's dry.

Welcome back!

Natsthename said...

Have some chili at SKyline in Cincy! YUM!

Camping in that kind of weather is my worst outdoor nightmare, and I do recall having the experience when I was a kid. Never again!

And, would WE get all fuckity with you? US? Apparently you do not know us. ;)

radical mama said...

The fact that you said 16 boys AND girls makes me so happy.

Growing up, group camping was for dads and sons only.

I am leaving tomorrow to take the girls camping (solo) for two weeks. I'm calling it a success if no one gets eaten by bears.

Jeff said...

Let me be more specific:

6 dads
13 girls
3 boys

DangerDoll said...

We're going camping for vacay all next week. In a camper...with a toilet...and a shower...and an A/C...and a fridge...

Is that even still considered camping at that point? We will be on a CAMPground, with trees and a lake...and an indoor pool...

Oh, shit, never mind. I'm still calling it camping.

radical mama said...

Really, that is so cool. I love it.

Jodie K said...

I soooo want to say PUSS!!!! ;)

But, hey, my idea of roughing it is an overnight at the Holiday Inn...shiver

Lucyp said...

If the only thing seperating me and a night in the rain was a thin canvas, up fuckity would not cover it.

Mark said...

You're supposed to put a cup out and catch rainwater. Sheesh. I think pee-drinking extremist campers just don't want to admit they like the taste...

Camping Heath said...

One of my most memorable camping trips as an adult (before that I had memorable trips but they probably shouldn't be shared in public), was waking up in the middle of the night to a huge storm and rain pouring onto the tent. Thankfully, only a small trickle of water ever got inside.

Packing up in the rain was actually rather fun (there were four of us with two tents and tons of supplies) - but the best part was stopping at a greasy spoon diner on the way home and having breakfast. We still talk about it to this day.

Looney said...

Dumb camping: What you tried to do.

Smart camping: 30' class A RV with dual pop-outs, satellite TV and full kitchen.

Glad I could clear that up for you.

:-)