10 Reasons I Loved Camping

Dave decided we should go tent camping (yes...that says "tent"). I would not have come to that decision on my own. Ever.

Here's my list:

1. Dave did everything. I mean, I ASKED what I could do to help. I also happened to pray that he would refuse my offer. Prayer is powerful and effective. W00t!
   
2. It's relatively cheap. I would rather camp than go to Cedar Point or something like that. Whenever I have to spend a lot of money, the fun factor goes down for me.
   
3. I pushed my limits (with a two year old on my hip). We crossed a bog on a floating bridge made of plastic with no railings. The muck seeped in as we walked and I had to pretend to be excited to see a slithering salamander at my feet.
4. The food is fun. Candace had her first s'more, I had a cherry "mountain pie," and we made smith's hot dogs and blueberry pancakes.
   
5. Campfires are wonderful things. How is it that it can be 90% humidity, but people still sit around campfires? I don't know, but I did it. It's mesmerizing. Also, I think the fire has a secret power to bring out good conversation.
6. Our camp chairs rock. We bought them randomly while on our honeymoon. I'm glad we did. I could sit in one for three days straight.
   
7. It's peaceful. Our particular campsite didn't even have the sound of crickets. It was amazingly silent.
8. Air mattress. Enough said, I think.
   
9. Our tent doesn't have a roof. It has a fine netting, but you can see the stars. The rain protector is put on separately.
   
10. It was another mini-adventure with Dave. He's really great at creating experiences and making memories. Our kids are going to love him for that.
    

I'm sure Dave will post pics and details over at his blog.