We're not exactly an outdoorsy family. ("Not exactly" means not at all.) But Traci decided that we should go to the ward campout.
Which required us to go camping.
Despite being an Eagle Scout (thanks, Mom), I have only slept in a tent one time in the last 20 years. Traci has slept in a tent ZERO times in the last 20 years. But she figured when needed to go since Curtis said, "What do you even do when you go camping?"
Luckily, our friends the Bawdens took care of us--tent, sleeping bags, and even an air mattress.
Watch out nature, here comes the Sutherlands!
We set up the tent, inflated the air mattress, and unrolled the sleeping bags. And then the kids were like, "What now?"
With a little prodding, the kids started playing with the other kids, chucking rocks and turning sticks into swords and going on big adventures. Nature stuff.
There was also dinner and cobbler and s'mores and all sorts of other deliciousness.
Nature, maybe you're not so bad after all.
But the sleeping wasn't so great. Tate likes to steamroll from one side of the tent to the other and Curtis thought the best time to go to the bathroom was at 2:30 a.m.
Camping, you're a mixed bag. But the kids seem to like you.
Maybe we could do it more than once than every 20 years. Maybe even once a year. But no promises.