Camping ain’t what it used to be. It’s all about perspective.

I love camping! I really do.

I can’t say that as I sit here after the trip, that I’m not overjoyed to be home. It is quiet. I must be getting soft. I have to say, as I age, I see the benefits to those huge RVs parked in the sites next to me. I have always grumbled about ‘how that’s not REALLY camping’. Camping is hard work! Hand washing all the dishes, hauling water, trying to keep a 1 year old quiet at 3am, keeping everyone warm, and trying to make meals to feed our kids with hollow legs…Is that fun?

As I drove home today, my oldest son said, “daddy, I really liked our camping trip”. I couldn’t decide whether he was placating me. Trying to make me feel better, after a horrible early morning trying to tear down the camp and my children running around screaming, waking every camper within a kilometre. Or if he actually enjoyed himself?

The majority of the trip I seemed to be running around like a chicken with my head cut off. To be honest, I wasn’t at my best. I was stressed, didn’t sleep more than 2 hours in a row, and really had to work at relaxing. Relaxing meant the 15 minutes after the family went to bed and I could do a blog post! lol.

I’m sure that my memories of camping as a kid are far different than my dad’s memories of them. Camping is different now. It’s not about me any more. It used to be. Now it is about MY kids having a good time. Looking back at the pictures, I think it was a successful camping trip.

As we have more children, it may get harder and harder to camp the way I’m used to. I may just have to get one of those RVs after all. Now, THAT would be camping!

Here are a few pictures from the trip.