Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Camping at Brazos Bend
Scary, isn't it?
When my son joined Cub Scouts in first grade, camping became a regular activity for our family. And, 10 years later, I still love it.
Last weekend, we camped at Brazos Bend State Park with our Boy Scout Troop. It was dark when we arrived, but the woods around us sparkled with thousands of fireflies and the moon lit the path to our campsite.
Our campsite was deep in the woods, so it took a while to haul all of our gear in from the parking lot. Once we were settled, the other mom in our group suggested a quick shower to rinse off the sweat. Have I mentioned the high humidity in this part of Texas? The restrooms were about 1/4 mile from the parking area (great exercise opportunity) and, to our disappointment, were not equipped with showers. It wasn't the first time I've had to settle for a sponge bath.
It was still warm outside when we turned in for the night, but I was comfortable. The "bath" had cooled me off and I left the rainfly off my tent to catch stray breezes. The boys were excited, as they always are on the first night, and stayed up talking late into the night. As their voices finally quieted, the chorus of snores began. Sleep was a long time in coming. One day I will learn to pitch my tent at the edge of the campsite, not in the middle.
The moon and the fireflies lit our way back to camp and we all went straight to bed. If there was snoring, I fell asleep before it began.
Sunday morning in camp is bittersweet. I find myself sad to be leaving such a beautiful place, but eager to get back home where I can enjoy a hot shower.
On Tuesday night, we'll be planning our next camping adventure.
I can't wait!