I knew I’d be good at camping. Ok, well, sorta. I really much too sensitive to everything, but I have a longing to explore that often means I get myself into situations where I am absolutely miserable, but happy and fulfilled as can be.
I’ve wanted to go tent camping since I was a kid. When I was growing up, we had a trailer and some off road toys and at one point, we even had a boat, so we’d spend our long weekends RVing throughout Southern California or Mexico. I’ve probably visited every lake and desert in a 4 hour radius.
In all those years, the closest we ever got to sleeping in a tent was on a beach in San Felipe, Baja California. As the oldest of my cousins and de facto leader, I remember leading the protest. We had been robbed of real camping and we demanded the adults let us sleep outside in a tent. We hadn’t really thought it through so we tried to sleep right on the sand. Most uncomfortable hour of my life. One by one, my cousins went back into their RVs and eventually I did too. But I knew, one day, I’d be better prepared and I’d sleep under the stars like I always wanted.
That day finally came.
Even though I had elevation sickness, allergies, asthma (which I didn’t even know I had), was attacked by scary bugs and somehow deflated my air mattress and pretty much ended up sleeping on the floor, my wish finally came true. Physically, I was dying, but spiritually, I’ve never felt more alive and elated.
We camped out for one night at the Stone Creek campground, surrounded by Manzanita trees, just outside Idyllwild for one night. We actually did pretty well considering we were a couple newbs who had never done anything like that before. The only thing we really failed at was starting a fire, but we eventually figured it out.
We also kept it keto and pretty low waste while we were there, which wasn’t a priority, but I’m glad it worked out. I remember when we would go camping, we would pack cases of water bottles, sodas, chips and snacks, eat off paper plates for days and buy mini versions of everything. Since we don’t do that at home, I just packed what we had and it ended up working out. We used the moka pot to make coffee, we ate off of reusable picnic plates and we kept refilling our water bottles.
We’re working on planning our next trip and hopefully with a bit more practice, we’ll work our way up to backpacking, which would be another dream come true.