This entry was started on our way to the weekend. I thought it would be pretty cool to blog from a blackberry. But it was interminably slow, and then we drove out of range. Too bad. So here I sit on my apple – it’s much less cumbersome.
We went camping at Cades Cove this weekend. We saw it advertised quite some time ago. Prince Farming took Friday off from work, and I made arrangements for the kids to skip school (shame on me) so we could call it a vacation. We were supposed to be packed and ready on Thursday evening, but that didn’t happen. Lots of reasons. So we woke up late (not late like 10am, but late like at the time we normally leave for work/school) which was really nice. We got everything ready to go – and packed. And packed. And packed. When we go camping, the only thing missing is our temperpedic mattress and the air conditioning. Everything else, including the kitchen sink, comes along. Really! Prince Farming is an excellent packer person, having been designated the packer-person since he was around 10 years old. So he can get LOTS crammed into small spaces.
Normally when we go camping we pull a trailer. Not a camper trailer, but a utility trailer. This is very convenient, because we can throw everything in there (and store it in between times) and then pull it to our destination. Then we neatly arrange everything outside the trailer, and use the floor (with the back hatch down) as our off-the-ground tent floor. Except with no tent. It’s really quite nice. And spacious. And private. And level. But the camp site where we were going didn’t allow for trailers. Anywhere. At least in the group site, which is what was reserved for this occasion. So we had to wing it with camping how we used to do it. Let me tell you, it was quite a challenge.
Added to the challenge was the detail that all food, and anything that might have anything to do with something consumable had to be stored inside a vehicle outside of meal times. Can you begin to imagine how much stuff we had to cram into the truck cab when we weren’t eating? Added to this discomfort was the fact that we couldn’t bring vehicles very close to the camp sites – they had to be parked in a loop around the perimeter of the camp site. Good grief – hike to the truck for a pan. Oops. Also need a spatula. Oh yes, and the oil. Did you bring the salt? No? Go fetch. You get the picture.
Here’s our camp set-up. Actually this is on break-down morning, so there’s extra stuff lying around. Prince Farming & I slept in the yellow tent. The kids occupied the green one. My daughter had a really tough time being okay with sleeping that close to her brother. She was all for camping in the truck. Too bad all the food and stuff had to sleep in there. There was NO ROOM IN THE INN. Besides, I made the very excellent point that when a person travels, one has to be willing to be in less than optimum conditions. Mostly only briefly. It was a hard lesson. And a hard swallow. But once she made up her mind, she bunked with her brother with the grace of a champ. And guess what? She’s still alive to tell the story. And so is he.