We were supposed to go camping this past weekend.
We did not.
It’s been at least five years since we’ve been camping as a family. Maybe more; I’d have to dig out photos and check dates to be sure.
The last (only?) time we went camping as a family was to Bonito Lake north of Ruidoso. It was late September/early October and we nearly froze to death. Our two night camping trip turned into one night of camping and one night in the hotel in Alamogordo after a day exploring the White Sands National Monument.
We had a great time regardless and every year the kids ask to go again and every year we promise them we shall and then we don’t. Camping always seems to get put off. I guess the premise is that we can always go camping, but the truth is that we can’t. In fact, there’s a very small window of opportunity for camping in my book. One must camp early enough in Summer to avoid intolerable heat and/or early enough in Fall to avoid extreme cold. That basically boils down to the last couple weeks of May or the last couple weeks of September.
This year we planned to camp in Mills Canyon up close to Roy. It’s a beautiful little canyon Jack and his brother discovered on their way home from their camping trip in Colorado (it was a father/son thing- I wasn’t invited). The Canadian River runs through it and is advertised to be great for fishing and wading. But the Canadian is flooding so guess who’s plans got changed?
I’d happily reschedule but Thomas has cross country meets for the next three weeks and it’s already getting cold.
To add insult to injury, people are always borrowing our excellent camping gear to go camping themselves! Urrggh!!
So now we’re looking at May again. The busiest two weeks of the school year. Wanna lay odds on that happening?
Whine, whine, whine; you’d think I’d missed a deluxe romantic spa experience instead of two nights on an air mattress with bugs and grit.