I just returned from my first (and possibly last!) camping trip. I'm a little embarrassed to admit that I'd never been camping before age 34. But, in my defense, it just wasn't something my parents were into, thus they never took us when we were kids. Plus, we had a cabin, so who needed tents?
I went camping for one reason and one reason only: because a cute guy invited me. What other good reason would there have been? I actually had fun, because I was with him. We went to Sequoia National Park, which is about an hour east of Visalia. And Visalia is 3 hours south of Sacramento. His brother and sister-in-law and their 3 daughters live north of L.A. and we met them there. They are experienced campers and brought everything for all of us.
The freezing cold weather, however, I could have done without. The temp definitely dipped into the 30s at night. Fortunately we were only there for one night.
Next trip with R. is October 25, for an Oktoberfest party in Napa at his cousin's house. A slightly more civilized setting, and will be just as much fun, I'm sure!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment