|They don't idolize these in Minnesota.|
That should be our first hint that
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One of the tenets of the Wisconsin belief system is the importance of Going Camping. David’s normal approach to camping is to basically pack every single thing in the house into the car, on the theory that the reason that we own all that stuff is because we need it, and we’ll need it when we are camping too. Then he cooks for days and crams all that delicious food into the car. That means the whole car is taken up with supplies, but that’s okay, we can always strap the baby to the hood.
|See that piglet on the left? That's|
where we went camping.
The name of this park is “Bigfoot State Park.” I take it this means Bigfoot lives there. That could explain why there were so many open campsites left.
Next, when I actually “packed,” and I use that term loosely, I just threw a few diapers into a bag, made sure we had bug spray, and called it done. For food, I am bringing trail mix, which is somewhat of a sore point in our family because Stella still PICKS THE GODDAMN M&Ms OUT OF TRAIL MIX even though we’ve been working for YEARS to get her not to do this. I am trying to impress upon her that children have been dropped off at the orphanage for less.
In anticipation of this camping trip, we even bought a tent. I made sure to get a 6 person tent in the hopes that it might be fairly spacious. The number of people that supposedly fit in a tent of a certain size is a huge joke, because there is no way that a “6 person tent” would comfortably sleep 6 people, unless 2 of them were still embryos. Another possibility would be bunk beds – if you could squeeze three sets of bunk beds into a 6 person tent then I imagine 6 people would sleep quite comfortably in there.
The bottom line is that we’re about to venture out on a camping trip for which I packed, instead of David. I didn’t worry about pesky luxuries that we’re unlikely to need while camping, like matches, a flashlight, or toilet paper. We’ll commune with nature, enjoy the woods, and spend fun time together as a family. One thing that I can count on us not doing, though, is eating trail mix with M&Ms still in it.