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![]() This past summer, we all agreed to camp together, choosing the state campground of Ventana in Big Sur. I immediately set out to make Nikki’s trip a memorable one. Should you be in the process of persuading your wife to test the great outdoors, here are a few tips to get you through the doubts: > Let her suggest it. I’ve pushed the camping experience for years, and my wife, once she found a campground she liked in our beloved Big Sur, said, “Let’s do this, this summer.” > Buy her a new sleeping bag. Unless you take exceptional care of your sleeping bags, they tend to get musty. A new one smells nice, and feels nice. Get at least a 20-degree-resistant one with a cozy, cloth interior (never a “tube type.” She’s a mommy, not a mummy). > Buy the biggest, most expensive inflatable mattress that you can fit inside the tent. A mattress on a campout is every bit as important as a mattress at home. Make it a Posturepedic moment. > Make the morning coffee, and bring a really good brand. I paid a price for Starbucks, but it was worth it. > Do the packing yourself. Camping is both a great experience and a lot of work. Don’t exhaust the one you love. (And do the majority of the unpacking when you return home.) > Plan the meals carefully. We agreed on 3 dinners, pre-made at home, for our 4 nights in the campground. We warmed up taco meat; pulled pork; and heated spaghetti sauce. I made the sandwiches each morning for our all-day excursions. > Use good utensils and first-rate accessories. We went green and bought new tin cups, bowls and plates. They were fun to eat from. And we cooked on a 2-flame stove that was first-rate when my father-in-law bought it years ago. It is practically new and shiny-clean. > Be the first one up and have the pancakes ready to go when your wife emerges. > With our brood of 5, we split up into 2 tents. I put Nikki with the twin who sleeps like a stone. I slept with the pair who have made flipping a new midnight exercise. > The campground should have showers and toilets. At least for the first-timer. On night No. 1, I met my wife halfway back from her first shower and handed her a glass of wine. > Think of everything. I brought a line to hang drying towels and swimsuits, but forgot special netting you can buy to keep the flies away. I brought lots of sunscreen and kept a very loose agenda, but needed more firewood. I had flashlights for everyone, but forgot a washing bowl that would have made dishwashing much easier. > Do what SHE wants to do. Our family spent more time at the beach than I would have planned. We hiked less than I would have liked. And we slept longer than I would have voted for. So, what? Will we camp again? I expect that we’ll be at Joshua Tree outside the Palm Springs area before you can yell, “Lights out!” |
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