We went camping for New Year's. It was very very cold. We learned a few things.
- We (I) are spatially challenged. There was *no* *way* the air mattress was going to fit into that tent. So very sad. A thermapad is not the same as an air mattress.
- The ground. It is hard. So very hard. And cold. And uneven.
- I'm full-blown claustrophobic! I always knew I was a little claustrophobic. I'm so claustrophobic that I cannot sleep in a mummy bag. That's the type of sleeping bag that gets narrower below your hips and zips up to your chin. I kept having panicky moments of frantically unzipping my bag. I ended up sleeping with my bag unzipped. Unzipped = cold.
- If your sleeping bag is rated to 40 degrees Fahrenheit, it means 40 degrees and not a degree below.
25 degrees is way out.
- It's hard to cook breakfast when your fingers are burning from the cold.
- I'm a weenie.
Luckily we also learned these things.
- We love camping! and Fire! and parents who will bring you blankets!
They were coming anyway. They're good parents, but I'm not sure they're *that* good.
- We love our friends! especially the one who was an Eagle Scout!
He was pretty much solely responsible for the cooking and fire. Andrew, you are my only hope!
I think the major contributing factor to the success of our camping trip was the fact that not a one of us is a whiner. We all froze our asses off, but we never whined about it. We just threw another log on the fire. Everyone always had a positive, up-beat attitude. Did I mention that I love my friends? I do.
We also got a picture of one of these. Which was the whole point behind the trip. Yeah!
It's a bald eagle. It was very far away. But so awesome!