Most of the time, camping is a relaxing experience, easily enjoyed by all parties. When I met my husband, though, I'll admit I was a camping virgin. The closest I came Girl Scout Day Camp in elementary school, and I remember being made to wear a cup on a string around his neck. Since then, thanks to Chris, I've used it a little more interested in spending a night or two under the stars without my computer, a / c, or the morning comics section from the newspaper. However,even experienced campers come home less than a few rides relaxed.
Chris, we decided to camp for the weekend not long ago. He had to work Friday, Saturday morning, so we are collecting supplies and packing clothes, tent, air mattress spending, had doggy camping supplies for our furry two children, etc. We scouted from state parks in our region, and finally by 1 clock in the specified an SUV full of dogs and such. Upon arrival at the destination () with no alternative plans, we weretold by the oh-so-happy park ranger that the park is full.
We landed in a local river outfitter who was kindly willing to take our two large lab mix, together with our camping fees. We have our campsite and began to tent pitching. An hour and four heated "discussions" later, we had the tent up, but the rain fly, was stubbornly uncooperative. After another half hour, we finally figured the rain fly was good enough - were, after all, predicted rain chanceslow.
Later in the evening after taking the puppy swimming in the river, (Pterodactyl, size is sorted), mosquitoes were at full strength - yes, even the mosquitoes are bigger in Texas - and a thunderstorm began when I convinced my husband to roll on ), head of the tent (with two wet dogs in tow, the drops began to fall. Was it only a short, light shower, we probably would have been good, but watch for an hour steady rain frightened us water rollDown the inside of the tent walls and stare at each other through a fine mist that was slowly engulfing the interior of the tent and cover our stuff in a layer of moisture.
The night was eventful. After the storm, which rose to about 200% humidity, and some campers decided to midnight on the lake was the perfect time to make their way fireworks. It was this moment when I decided that our "wild furry protectors" have courage levels inversely proportional to its size, for myHusband and I spend the next few hours trying to keep our relatively dry air from mattress always soaked in the wet dog. I was not as successful, and at the end part of my page to share with the larger (and therefore the most anxiety) and wetter of the two.
The morning came and took it with a toaster pastries and breakfast with cold water. Without hesitation, we packed up and headed home. While my husband drove, I looked at my grandmother used to say anything - "nothing ventured, nothingwon "- seemed to fit that.
Well, here are a few lessons that I have won:
Lesson # 1: Always make sure that there is room for your chosen destination before you leave, and always have a Plan B also ask whether plans A and B are pets.
Lesson No. 2: Take a "test run" with your tent. Be sure that all parts and are comfortable with the directions. Also, be sure, a hammer and durable tent spikes Pack - the ones that come with your tent may not be suitable forReason you have chosen.
Lesson # 3: Do not ever "figure to fly," the rain "good enough guarantee," and that all seams are waterproof your tent. (You can test during the test run with a water hose.) A good water seal for can be found in most camping supply stores
Lesson # 4: Bug spray. Lots of bug spray. Are you looking for a guy who is leaving little residue, so wear is not so coarse.
Lesson # 5: Consider a
Shielded enclosure, if you do not like bugSpray.
Lesson # 6: The journey with his own camp soap and toilet paper.
This only proves that you do not make a novice mistake. So, stay dry and happy camping.
Well, where is the anti-itch stuff ...
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