It is finally my most favorite time of year. Besides 5 feet of snow, which coincidentally basically NEVER happens in the lower mainland in British Columbia. That's enough about that, a rant for another day about 7 months from now. No, it is finally summer here, if not officially by calendar date, by balmy beach seeking weather! Which is what we did after school today. Also it is camping season. The time of year my family abandons all modern conveniences and sleeps under the stars, with mere scraps of fabric separating us from the elements. Campfires, smores, hotdogs, dirt, dirt and more dirt, all beloved and soaked up with enthusiasm. Okay well at least for the first day. Then the video game separation anxiety creeps up on the kids, and suddenly us as parents are treated to a chorus of various whines and groans about there being "nothing" to do. Even though that "nothing" was good enough for us as kids. We try hard not to meet their complaints with eye rolls and "when I was young" yarns that will be the cause of their own eyerolls some day. No sir, camping is a family tradition, and will continue thusly, even if we're someday soon going to be roughing it in a cozy trailer instead of a tent. I'm still not installing a TV!
It is finally my most favorite time of year. Besides 5 feet of snow, which coincidentally basically NEVER happens in the lower mainland in British Columbia. That's enough about that, a rant for another day about 7 months from now. No, it is finally summer here, if not officially by calendar date, by balmy beach seeking weather! Which is what we did after school today. Also it is camping season. The time of year my family abandons all modern conveniences and sleeps under the stars, with mere scraps of fabric separating us from the elements. Campfires, smores, hotdogs, dirt, dirt and more dirt, all beloved and soaked up with enthusiasm. Okay well at least for the first day. Then the video game separation anxiety creeps up on the kids, and suddenly us as parents are treated to a chorus of various whines and groans about there being "nothing" to do. Even though that "nothing" was good enough for us as kids. We try hard not to meet their complaints with eye rolls and "when I was young" yarns that will be the cause of their own eyerolls some day. No sir, camping is a family tradition, and will continue thusly, even if we're someday soon going to be roughing it in a cozy trailer instead of a tent. I'm still not installing a TV!
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