There are few reasons I find worthy enough to drag myself out of bed long before the sun starts to peek up from beyond the horizon. But for the second time since the first of the year, I have set my alarm to be roused from my slumber in order to go camping. I have spent more nights inside a tent over the past 3 months than I have in years, and I am just as surprised as anyone at how much I've enjoyed myself.
Our Girl Scout Unit's Camporee was held this past weekend. Mom, me, and 15 of our closest little friends hiked over the river and into the woods to find the perfect spot to pitch our tent village. Since this was our first overnight trip, many of their moms felt more comfortable with joining us for our outdoor adventure. I was very proud of the girl-power that we exhibited as we set up our tents all by ourselves. We did it all: the building of the fire--done by girls. Cooking over the open flame? Yep, the girls did it. Hiking and exploring and looking for crabs under rocks? You got it--all done by girls.
By all accounts, they had a fabulous time. Even the little Brownie who, when I told the troop we would be going camping, told me in no uncertain terms that the only camping she likes is done in an RV. By the time the final campfire embers were extinguished, they all had smiles on their dirt-smeared faces. Along with little chunks of melted chocolate and marshmallow bits.
3 comments:
Super fun! I'm so glad you're enjoying roughing it! As long as we still stay in hotels when we get together. =)
It sounds like fun but I am still with the brownie that suggested camping in an rv.
Wait... When you say "Mom" you mean your mom, my sister? Camping? In a tent? Who knew she was a camper!? Not me, thanks -- I'm with the RV brownie, too. Glad you had fun!
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