It’s 5:00 am Again– Time to Change My Life

I got up at O’Dark thirty this morning, before the birds. After 56 years on the planet I’m gradually noticing a pattern here. When I wake up early my subconscious is trying to tell me something. Figuring out what that something is can be tricky. But I think I hit pay dirt this morning. What’s bugging me is that I may have to break down and get organized for the trip earlier than midnight the night before departure. This is not a situation where I can toss a few things in a backpack and off we go. I need to basically pack up a miniature version of my house.

Grandson and I depart on a 3-4 week camping trip a week from tomorrow. What have I gathered for this trip so far? 2 sleeping bags, a tent, and an 10 foot piece of clothesline. Could it be that I need to get my ass in gear? (pardon the pun)

Many of the things on my list are “somewhere” in the house or garage. Time to start digging them out. I have a butane stove that I used in an ice storm in Kansas City about 10 years ago. Does it still work? I don’t know. I don’t see why not. But I should probably find out now, instead of in the dark at a campground when we’re hungry and have been on the road all day. Does it work in the rain?

In my experience it always rains the first day of camping. It makes you appreciate the rest of the trip so much more. It is always in direct proportion to how tired you are and how dark it is. I found out the muscular strength of my jaw many years ago trying to hold a flashlight in my mouth while setting up a tent in the dark, in the rain. I succeeded, but the tent leaked and we ended up sleeping in the car. That was back in the day of the army green canvas tents that weighed 500 pounds dry and 10,000 pounds wet.

Camping disasters

Camping disasters

Inside this army green monstrosity, there was always that one person who just had to touch the tent to find out if that caused a leak. It does and then the person who did it complains the rest of the night about the drip on their head. Usually the person got banished from the tent and had to sleep under the picnic table. I’ve slept under a picnic table on occasion because I couldn’t banish everyone in the tent so I banished myself. The weirdest place I’ve ever slept is on the hood of the car. It felt softer than the ground and was warm for a while the engine was still hot.

In childhood camping days with family, it always worked out that we were the last ones to show up in the campground, way past dark. So we strewed things around, got set up as best we could and collapsed. The next morning the other campers were up bright and early staring at our strange scene on their way to the shower house. The only thing missing was a brightly collared gypsy wagon.

After a particularly rough landing, I woke up one morning and our campsite looked a battlefield the morning after, bodies everywhere. I was on the hood of the car, one of my sisters was on the picnic table with her head hanging off. How she sleeps like that I do not know to this day. My brother was in the back seat of the car with his legs hanging out at the knees, looking like he had been murdered and thrown in the car as an afterthought. My mother and a couple of other siblings were in the tent which was missing part of a pole and looked like it had been assembled by the 3 stooges. The fire pit and surrounding area was littered with half charred pieces of wood from our unsuccessful attempt to start a fire. Turns out wood will only burn in the rain when you don’t want it too.

Despite all the nonsense we did have fun. We eventually got a rhythm going and transformed our campsite in to a cozy home under the stars and far from the madding crowd. I am really looking forward to our trip. Considering that I’m a lot better funded and equipped this time it should turn out a lot better, but still very interesting.

13 responses

  1. You’d be fun to travel with, I bet!

  2. I discovered your blog from Lisa at “Notes from Africa.” I love this post, especially the line about discovering you had strong jaws from doing facial gymnastics with a flashlight and 10,000 pound tarp. You didn’t say it exactly that way, but that’s what I imagined.

    I turn 50 next year and suspect your blog will help keep me company on that torturous treck toward old age. I’m subscribing.


    1. Thank you Kathryn. Welcome to my life. 🙂 My life is less torturous and a lot more since I retired. I don’t know how I ever found the time to have a job.

  3. […] since her “freedom” began. The latest is a camping/road trip which starts with the post It’s 5:00 am Again– Time to Change My Life (just keep reading all the posts after that). One of my personal favourites from this trip (thus […]

  4. I camped when I was in college and poor. The best experience I had was when a bunch of chefs camped next to us! Now it is bed-and-breakfasts only, and I’ll have the pecan french toast please.

  5. LOL I laughed so hard when you were describing the camping scene with you on the hood hahahaha great blog

  6. So funny, my kids went camping a few years ago with their grandparents & sure enough, night #1 it rained! They all slept in the car. Well perhaps this waking up in the wee hours of the morning does indeed yield messages about packing. My house is selling & I’m supposedly closing the 23rd of the month. I have yet to scrounge for box 1 but at 3am the eyes pop open & its the first thing on my mind. Thanks for sharing your camping melee lol, guess I should go get boxes now 🙂 Enjoy your trip Trinity.

  7. I’m looking forward to the entries from your trip!

    1. Thanks 🙂 I am too!

  8. “My brother was in the back seat of the car with his legs hanging out at the knees, looking like he had been murdered and thrown in the car as an afterthought. My mother and a couple of other siblings were in the tent which was missing part of a pole and looked like it had been assembled by the 3 stooges. ” Thanks for the laugh — that’s some funny stuff!

    1. Glad you enjoyed. My sister called me about the post and we laughed so hard that my face hurts.

  9. What fun. Until I got Gypsy Lee, I was a tent camper and certainly identify, except that it seemed like rain always hit our camp on the last night out leaving us with a muddy and wet packup. I don’t miss that, but even the camping trip from hell is remembered fondly. My first tent, too, was one of those big canvas ones, and our first sleeping bags were quilts and blankets from our beds at home. By the time I bought Gypsy Lee I had a basement full of camping equipment, all of which I passed on to others.

    1. Your wonderful camper Gypsy Lee sounds fabulous. I plan to graduate to one at some point 🙂

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