At the very least, I usually come away from a camping trip with a few laughs. It makes me laugh to think how much I freaked out when I realized that for the first time in my camping career, I was responsible for the food for my family; I was completely in charge. Yikes. I have a hard enough time getting things cookin' in my own kitchen, let alone out in the wild.
So, with reluctant gusto, I set out to make my first ever tin foil dinners. I realized how ignorant I was when my sweet friend Claire was giving me last-minute instructions over the phone on the art of the "tin-din," as she phrased them. When she warned me that they were going to take a while to cook because the coals have to be hot, I panicked. "Wait. Do I need to bring coals?" was my immediate question. I had no time for a trip to the coal store. She assured me that I did not need to go buy coals. Whew.
There were my amused giggles as I watched Magnet set up the Gross Schloss aka our tent. (Schloss means castle, in German). We borrowed all of our camping gear from Magnet's parents. Well, they bought the supersize me version of a tent, and it fits at least 12 people. It was quite plush for the four of us. No complaints there, other than we almost didn't fit into our camp site.
There were chuckles all around when I asked if the briquette heater was a dutch oven. I went to Girl's Camp almost every year and have never seen a dutch oven in my life, or a briquette heater for that matter.
The best part was watching Maggie run around. She had such a great time making S'mores, chasing the boys and making new friends with some of the sweetest kids.
Give me a year and I might be ready to do it again.
(And you better believe I won't be forgetting the flashlights next time. )