Camping is Not For Me

I have not been camping in 21 years.

We thought it might be fun to go camping way back when we were a young family with only one child. 

Not having a tent or anything, we decided to camp out of the back of my husband's pick up.  It had a camper shell on it. (I guess that is what they are called.) We had an air bed.  Why not blow the air bed up and put it in the bed of the truck?  

Now If I Had A Sweet Little Camper Like This...

We could go to Ferne Clyffe and camp there because there was a shower house and bathrooms.  We could pack up our little table top grill and take our cooler and we would be all set.

Oh it was wonderful fun for my hubby to pump that air bed up with a bicycle pump. (When we used it at home, we used the vacuum to fill it with air.)
 

Did I mention I was pregnant?  

Let's see, I carried that child for about 10 months.  Our camping adventure was in the spring of that year ...  I was probably almost 5 months along.

In all our considerations, we, or should I say, I, did not think about how hard it was going to be for a pregnant woman to climb out of an airbed and over the tail gate of the truck in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom.

Of course, I had to do that more than once.

I was so worn out when I got back home ... so ...

I have not been camping in 21 years.

 

This post was written in response to Writer's Worship prompt  2.) That one time you went camping.  You can link up at Mama Kat's blog, "Mama's Losin' It," if you would like to share your story.