Given the opportunity to go out or stay at home…I usually opt for staying at home UNLESS going out involves camping.
Now, I never camped growing up. My family seldom took vacations. My dad was in the military so we moved…a lot. There was never much need to take a vacation because about every two years we got to pull up stakes and live somewhere new.
When I first met my now-husband, we became friends first. I dragged him to movies, company picnics, the fair, all just as friends. So, when we first developed an interest in each other, he invited me to go camping. What I didn’t know is that it was a TEST. Yep, one of those infamous trials that men subject women to in order to determine if they are “the one”….
So, we went camping. I loved it…so much so that I invited myself to go along on the next outing (the following week). Used to be, we’d go camping four or so times a year. That dropped off once the boys came home…it’s much harder to camp with babies. However, now that they’ve grown up, we’ve been going more often. I just booked a trip to one of the state beaches over Spring Break and we’re talking about a week-long road trip to Oregon this summer.
I may look like a girly-girl, but there’s some pioneer spirit buried in there somewhere.