We were still dating, when my boyfriend invited me to go camping with a group of people along the Delaware River and a canoe trip. I had never camped. We bought a new sleeping bag for me and borrowed a tent from someone. We got to our location after dark, had to set up the tent by car headlights. The borrowed tent was missing a pole for the dome, so it was lopsided. Oh well, we'll make do.
Overnight it starts to pour down rain - so I'm not sleeping, the lopsided tent is leaking, I'm getting wet. I supposed I was trying to be a trouper. Why didn't I go to the car? In the morning, I get up and I'm blue down my left side because the new sleeping bag got wet and the color bled. Ok, laugh it off and get ready for canoe trip.
Nice weather for the day, but there has been low rainfall this year - except for last night!! Where there were not rapids and rocks on the river, there were now. Our nice leisurely canoe trip was hours of navigating rocks, and trying not to tip. By the end, I was not talking to my boyfriend and I swore that I was never going camping again.
As they say 'that's what memories are made of" We are going to be married 25 years this fall, and I didn't go camping for a very long time. But God blessed us with 3 sons, and Momma's got to do what she's got to do. Only now she does it in a fifth wheel!
Happy camping!
