Getting Back to Nature

This past weekend Wonder Boy and I went camping with Frank the Tank’s family in Pennsylvania. By all accounts, I shouldn’t have come back well-rested. We tent camped and it rained at least a little every night and poured two of the nights. The shower situation was goofy. The bathhouse had two shower stalls but you had to press a button many feet outside of the stall to turn on your water. The water came on full blast but then only lasted for about 2 minutes so if you needed longer than that you had to streak across the room and press the button again. One of the pluses of the park in which we camped the lake where you could go swimming and fishing. Rain rendered the lake icy cold.

Despite all of that, or potentially because of it, I had a wonderful time.

There is something nice about getting so far removed from your routine that you can’t help but forget about looming tasks and chores. We hiked, roasted marshmallows, popped popcorn over the fire and got to see bears. Yes, bears.

Seeing the bears was a little because they were foraging for garbage. It’s great that they are able to get plenty to eat, but unfortunate that it has to happen at a cost to their more natural foraging and hunting instincts.