…had me a blast…
Summer lovin’…happened so fast…
#HAWMC Day 29: “Summer Lovin. Summer is coming up. What plans do you have? Any family vacation? What do you look forward to in Summer 2014?”
Camping, camping and camping.
Go, Go SpazzyAss here goes mutha’ feckin’ CAMPING.
In a TENT, by the gawds!
WITH the kids! In a separate tent!! Because I’m not quite THAT bat-shit crazy!!! 😉
I go camping for several reasons:
1) I have felt a connection to the land. Call it “good ju-ju” there.
2) I have involved myself in traditions on the land.
3) I get to decompress and de-stress about the chaos of my reality and the cosmos (the asshat one).
4) I get to teach my kids cool things about nature, community and things you can’t quite put into words.
Now, this level of participation in “Operation Decompression” certainly takes an effort on behalf of my I’ve-earned-this-ass.
MEAL PREP: Goes without saying…sheet of paper, write your days of the week, divide each day into your three meals and leave a space for snacks.
ASK FAMILY: Seriously, ask your family what kinds of meals they want and plug’em’in! There will likely be hotdogs/hamburgers.
Here is a link to a post I wrote about our favourite camping meals:
Thing is, if you freeze it…the containers act as ice packs keeping your cooler cold and thawing out over a day or two (you may have to lift them out for a couple of hours) will help prevent the “pre-spoilage-before-you’re-ready-to-eat-it.”
I start about a month before our first camping trip, and I start making either double or triple batches of the simple meals (ex., burrito filling). That way I’m not over-burdened cooking up a storm and getting all pissy-mood right before we leave. True story.
Bonus tip? Freeze them in the Ziplock freezer storage bags. They’ll freeze flat and save space. 🙂
PILLS: keep your pills in an insulated pack with a few of your ice cubes. Guess what? Gel covered pills melt in summer weather, no matter where they’re stored. Ask me how I know. Keep them cool.
HEAT PACKS: for those end-of-the-day stiff muscles (aka, lower lumbar from h-e-doubletoothpicks)…we found neat little gel packs where you crack a metal disc, and the gel crystallizes into a hot pack of awesomeness. Boil it for 10 minutes later on to return it to normal to use again.
SLEEPING: Ear plugs! I can’t say enough about ear plugs. If you think kids up early on a Saturday morning are a challenge…wait till Mr. Squirrel gets his asshat ass into your forgotten-to-be-put-away chip bag.
Ask me how I know.
*evil stabby glare at Mr. Asshat Squirrel*…both for the damn noise AND…he ate my friggin’ chips…
Where do I go?
Same Bat place, same Bat channel…same Bat time.
I wrote a post (bet you’re so surprised!) about:
I’d like to share it again because I know what gets said:
“I can’t camp.”
And that’s okay.
The reason I share why *I* camp?
Certainly NOT EVER as a “one-up-manship” or a competition…but because…
Because… “You don’t look sick.”
Thus, I don’t entirely feel like my health condition is given true illustration…so I’m sure-as-shit going to point it out.
Here I am. It hurts to breathe. My skin hurts.
My hair hurts.
My heartbeat feels like it’s keeping it’s own rhythm to a song I can’t hear.
The pericarditis is back. Again.
My soul is sore.
And I will pick up (no, not literally) my I’ve-earned-this-ass and will go, multiple times, camping with my family to make memories.
I feel it is a necessary challenge to grow as a chronically afflicted individual to be made to have to seek out new and, often, interesting ways to manage daily living…be it in the house or in the woods.