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Anyone who really loves camping knows to expect problems and discomfort on every camping trip. Part of the joy of camping comes in the suffering. I remember my first camping trip with two of my girlfriends and a crummy, borrowed tent. We camped on Hatteras Island at the KOA campground in Rodanthe. We had nothing. No bug spray, sunscreen, sleeping bags or money. The only thing worse than the head-to-toe mosquito bites was the ouch-red sunburn. We lived off hot dogs and chocolate chip cookies for three days. But then one night we walked out onto the dark beach and found it alive with bonfires. I didn’t understand the crowds of people until I gazed upward to see a total lunar eclipse, the first one I’d ever seen. It was an awesome moment. That’s the magic of camping: the possibility of what might happen and what you might see or do. It’s the lasting memories that you create with your friends and family when you’re all gathered around a campfire instead of a television. Thanks for your stories. Kim Whorton Tripp |
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