Have you seen Open Season? If you have, you know what I'm talking about...kind of. If not, first, go see the movie (hilarious, hilarious movie...even the opening menu on the DVD is funny...) and then the title to this will make more sense.
This move to California has brought to my life multiple opportunities to broaden my outdoorsie comfort zone. Some things I have loved (hiking to a waterfall, the ocean, surfing, the multiple parks, exploring caves) and some things I really want to try (kayaking, hiking different areas of San Diego County, maybe even deep sea fishing...).
Camping was the outdoor adventure of choice this weekend.
That's right...and not just any camping...extreme "tents are for wusses" camping. In a desert.
Okay, being without a tent wasn't actually that bad. I personally don't like tents anyway. I could be claustrophobic, or I could just have bad memories of Girl Scout/Youth Group camping trips and rain storms and animals scurrying across the roof of our tent. Or maybe it is the fact that I am the lightest sleeper known to man, and any noise the wind made using the tent would wake me up...
Camping this weekend was fun. Great group of people, I love campfires and making food together around it, S'mores. We had a great time exploring the Wind Caves, seeing the wildflowers blooming, playing what will now be know as "Wilderness Skee Ball," climbing hills that made you wonder when the Sand People were going to come after you....but....
I'm not a camper.
I don't know what it is. Maybe the fact that I got, at most, 3 hours of sleep. Maybe the fact that I was sleeping on the ground. Maybe the fact that it was freezing in the desert.
Really, I attribute it mostly to the fact that I grew up going to cabins; that was my dad's idea of camping, and honestly, it is the best kind! I like my toilet paper in my bathroom with a toilet that flushes. I like having a mattress to sleep on, four solid walls and a roof. I don't need a TV or anything, but I like some comforts from home. I am Boog before he realizes he's a bear and he can survive in the wild above the waterfall.
I am not opposed to camping. I liked it a lot except for the sleeping part. I just don't want to do it on a regular basis. Unless there's a cabin involved.
Things learned: I'm outdoorsie, but not a camper. Yes, there is a difference.