I have major anxiety about wild animals, weirdoes with guns, and being outside in the dark and getting lost. So much so that every time anyone asked us to go camping, I always had many excuses not to go. A friend of ours invited us to go camping with a bunch of other families this past weekend. We had been kayaking and fishing the weekend before which segued beautifully into our first family camping trip.
The State Park we camped at is about 1/2 an hour away so it is perfect for newbies who might want to go home in the middle of the night. There is a lake with a beach and concession stand and bathrooms. The lake water was brainfreeze cold, but Collin went in all the way anyway. The kids played water tag, caught minnows and periwinkles and built sandcastles. At night we had a potluck and everyone brought great food: pasta salad, rice salad, filled chicken and shrimp, crackers with pesto and tomatoes, pita with melted cheese and onions cooked on a skillet, hummus and veggies. I brought pasta salad and rhubarb muffins.
We all sat around the fire and some of us sang and played the guitar and made s'mores. (BTW, Marshmallow Peeps make the best toasted marshmallows because the sugar on the outside caramelizes similar to the top of creme brulee.) One of the dads is a local singer. During once of his songs one of my roasted marshmallows caught on fire. Like a true greenhorn I started shaking my stick to put out the flames and one of the marshmallows flew through the air and landed on my sleeve still flaming. Surprisingly, no one panicked, not even me. I blew it out and ate it off my slightly singed sleeve. The singer, a true pro, finished his song without a pause and thanked me for supplying the pyrotechnics.
I did a little Mythbusters Camping Edition. Did you know you can make biscuits in a campfire using a stick and Bisquick mixed with water? Did you know you can boil water in a paper cup? The only thing I didn't get to try was frying an egg in a paper lunch sack with two pieces of bacon, but I am not going to let the grass grow under my feet. I think I will go camping again when my mom and sister are visiting this month.
I also got to eat mountain pies which are made using a cast iron pie iron, bread and canned pie filling. That was a thrill since I had read all about mountain pies the week before. Collin says I can't have a pie iron until I go camping 6 times. With all the campfire cookery I tried, I neglected to make a single tinfoil dinner. I will definitely try it next time. I didn't want to run before I figured out if I could walk the camping walk.
I did have a couple camping mishaps that interfered with my newfound camping lurv: I thought Emma was lost and had a heart pounding 15 minutes running around trying to find her and at the same time not scream her name and demand that everyone allow me to search their campers (she was at the beach playground with all the other kids and dads, I knew she was going with them, but didn't actually see her go). On our way back from the beach, Aidan took us on a short cut which turned out to be a long un-scenic trek through the woods in the dark. I was carrying Ian on my back and holding Emma's hand while she thought she saw burglars, bears, and wolves. We walked past our campsite and made a 20 minute loop in the dark before we finally found it after stumbling over rocks and roots (yes, this unseasoned Camping Virgin forgot to carry a flashlight). My final and most potentially embarrassing mishap was when I woke up in the middle of the night because my bladder was ready to burst. I couldn't find a flashlight and was too scared to try and find my way to the bathroom in the dark so I went pee a little ways from our tent out in the open with tons of other tents full of people I had met close by. Luckily I think they were all asleep, but the whole time I was peeing I kept picturing bears, wolves and weirdoes sneaking up on me.
Aidan loved burning sticks, leaves and pine needles and managed to start an unauthorized fire with another kid while our backs were turned. Ian's definition of camping: when you get to sleep in your clothes in a tent and you don't need pajamas. Emma loved catching minnows and eating marshmallow after gooey marshmallow.
Our family was slightly out of place in terms of granola-ness. We were probably the least crunchy family there. I think I was one of the few women wearing a bra and I'm almost positive I was the only one who shaves her legs and armpits. I think our kids were some of the only non-homeschoolers too. But with kayaking and fishing one weekend and camping the next, I think we are well on our way to crunchiness. I did actually make and bring my own toffee granola which was as big a hit as the camping itself.
I just spent a week at Girls Camp as a cookie's assistant and a fill in adult leader. It was one of the most fun and exhausting weeks of my life. One neat recipe I learned from the head cookie was this super easy homemade baked macaroni and cheese. It is the creamiest mac and cheese ever. I had three helpings the day she made it. Cookie said you could use 1/2 a stick of butter if a whole stick scares you. She sure did love her butter, she put it in everything at camp. 
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