There was a time I lived in a van. We rolled in a 1976 Ford Econoline. We went from Canada, to Tennesee, to Phoenix, to Salt Lake via the Grand Canyon. I didn't realize at the time how incredibly free we were. How void of THINGS.
Now, after 4 days of camping in the Uintahs, I realize how much I miss that freedom.
Maybe it's that I'm older now, or that I am a mom, or that I no longer care if I make a fool of myself, but I wasn't afraid as I once was. I brought my own lighter, my own wine opener (of course), ate when I was hungry, napped when I was tired and laughed (mostly at myself). I wasn't paranoid about what other people were eating or doing or planning. Plus, once you have been peed on (by one very bad mama cat) and thrown up on by your kids, getting dirt on your face doesn't seem so gross.
It is incredibly obvious why I fell in love with husband and his "that's cool, that's a bummer" attitude. I felt like myself and my kids were free to get dirty and smelly and that we all had a lot more fun with dirt on our faces.
And maybe, I just like camping better with satellite radio and portable DVD players.
It's a toss up.
About Me
- Valerie
- I am a mother of two (one of each), I sell advertising for television (admit you watch it) and I love it.
5 comments:
hooray for camping with technology. Wish you could have blogged from there. Going to put dirt on face ASAP. Maybe I should have enrolled everyone into a two week camping honeymoon party?
Damn straight.
yeah! camping!! must camp. with wine, definitely, and a lighter sounds good too.
I too haven't camped in forever. I'm glad to hear it's as good an idea as ever. Maybe we'll camp together one day again.
Camping sucks. jk. glad you had fun
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