Then I found out I was pregnant, and shortly after I got too sick to even leave the house. Our dreams were waylaid.
When Sparrow was about 2, we thought about going camping. But he was so rambunctious I had fears of him getting eaten by bears, or running into the fire pit or keeping the entire mountain awake with random screams. So we skipped it. When he was 3, we were this-close to going. But I had the same fears, minus the screams because we'd gotten that under control. Phew.
Sparrow is now 4. This was the year. On Friday I woke up and thought "we are going camping this weekend. Our next month is completely booked and this is our only chance until August. I am dying to go. We're going."
I threw our tent and Sparrow in the car and took off. The first campground I tried was full, so I headed up to one further in the mountains. "If this one is full," I told myself, "then we will give up until August." The campground was Albion Basin in Little Cottonwood Canyon and it is deep in the mountains. It took about 45 minutes to get there, and I couldn't set the tent up by myself, so I left our tent on the picnic table and turned right back around to pick Hawk up from work (squealing with glee that I managed to find a camping place! Woot!)
I picked up Hawk and we ran home and started throwing stuff in the car. It was a spur of the moment, impromptu trip and next time I would like to spend more time planning out menus and activities. We stopped at Walmart and bought a few supplies we were lacking and some snacks, and off we went!
Of course, as we started back up the canyon, it started hailing. And thunder-lightning. Of course. Hawk bravely set the tent up in the rain, and we had a dinner of bologna sandwiches, chips and apple slices. The rain quit after about a half hour and suddenly everything was green and beautiful and cool.
I forgot our jackets and warm clothing. That was stupid.
We went on a short hike, then came back to the campsite and roasted marshmallows. It got dark at 10 p.m., so we crawled into the tent and prepared to fight Sparrow to get him to sleep.
He passed right out. We were shocked. Sparrow had his own sleeping bag, plus a big fleece blanket folded into fourths over him. Hawk and I had our own sleeping bags which were cheapie Walmart ones. Hawk and I froze our butts off. It got down to the mid 30s that night and it was miserable. Sparrow slept like the dead and was perfectly warm.
The next morning, we got up at 8:30. I used some of our waterbottles to wash my hair because I can't stand not having washed hair. I'm weird. Then we set off on a hike. We followed a trail to Cecret Lake. The hike was a little hard for Hawk and me because we are very large and out of shape, but we lived.
Sparrow had a blast and loved the parts where streams crossed over the trail because it meant he got to WALK THROUGH WATER. WOW.
The lake itself was underwhelming, but the hike was fun, and it was beautiful scenery.
We had the campsite for 2 nights, but when we got back from the hike, I took Sparrow to the outhouse. This was my mistake. There were flies. Sparrow is currently terrified of bees and flies. He gets hysterical no matter what we do. Sparrow flipped out and ended up throwing a two hour panic attack tantrum. After the first half hour, Hawk and I decided to call our camping test-run quits. We packed it in and headed home.
So it was actually a huge success, despite having to leave earlier than planned. Next time I will go more prepared with bug zappers, warm clothing, and food other than Poptarts, bread, and trail mix. We can't wait to go camping again! Hooray for the great outdoors!