Camping
We went camping this Australia Day long weekend. The weather forecast all week had been indecisive to say the least, fine one day and possible showers the next. Tell me, what does possible showers mean? Of course showers are possible, as they are any day of the year! But we left to grey clouds and drizzle, drove through horrible traffic on the F3 and storms past Terrigal. So we camped. Despite the rain and the mud. We still managed to have a lamb dinner and a keg of beer for the boys, wine for the girls.
The next day, we awoke to more grey clouds. Our little three man tents pathetic against the 8 man tent and tarp city neighbours. The boys decided that a trip into Hexham was required to obtain supplies. The girls took the dogs on a big trail walk and the sun came out plenty good. I burnt my knee sitting on our crappy fold up chairs playing scrabble waiting for the boys to return. (4 10point letters in triple letter spots and I chose not to score, idiot)The boys came back with the BIG TOP. It was huge, it was canvassy, it needed 4 people to set up. But now at least, we could hold our heads up high in our shanty camping town. We had shelter, people. Not only did we have shelter, we had a fold away table. We sat under BIG TOP in our chairs facing the path nodding secret camping nods to the other campers walking past. We built a fire from wood. We ate jacket potatoes and butterflied chicken. Life was good again. Husband drank too much beer and passed out in camping chair. I threw stale marshmallows into the fire. The dog got into a fight. Life was normal again.
Camping is like living in a refugee camp but pretending its a vacation AND enjoying it. Happy Australia Day.
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