I grew up in Colorado-where there are big beautiful mountains, burbling brooks, pine trees everywhere you look-and camping. I guess I camped quite a bit as a kid and as a teenager.
And then I became a wife and mother, and somehow that translated into thinking "I don't like camping. I don't go camping" and so I would send Josh off with the boys for some father/son bonding whenever they wanted to camp.
And then Josh bought a new tent. And he set it up in the backyard. And it was big-very big. And I realized that if he was going to have a tent this big, I should probably spend at least one night in it camping. And so, hesitantly and suggested "maybe we should all go camping sometime." And so we did.
And I remembered-I like camping. I really like camping. I like sitting by the campfire, I like being in the quiet nature, I like eating hotdogs on sticks and s'mores.
But this was even better-because now I am a mom. And I have an endless to do list at home and the phone ringing and my business to run and places to go. But when we were camping there was no to do list and nothing to do but sit down by the fire with my boys and talk and snuggle and relax. I loved it. And I realized that this could be a vital part of keeping strong family connections as our kids age, because when we camp there is nothing to do but spend time together. And pick up sticks and roll in dirt. Just the sort of thing a family of boys loves.
Disclaimer (CA "mountain" camping has nothing on CO Mountain camping. Not even a close comparison. Next time I think we will try beach camping.)