A few weeks ago, I broke my almost ten year camping hiatus and let Tyson take me camping with our ward. I took some pictures as proof.
Lesson #1 always marry an Eagle Scout, especially if you’re pretty much dead weight when it comes to surviving in the wilderness. I’m hoping Tyson will take pity on me if my nightmares come true and we’re reaped for the Hunger Games.
After my initial panic at having lost cellphone service subsided, I started having fun. Also, s’mores are nature’s way of rewarding you for conquering it.
Our one problem was that we broke the cardinal rule of scouting and were not prepared. We forgot our pillows, toilet paper, and blankets. After a night of waking up every few hours thinking I would be mauled by a bear, I woke to the smell of bacon and pancakes, and thought, “Hey, that wasn’t too bad!”
Dear nature, we probably won’t meet again any time soon, but when we do, we will be prepared.