As David and I contemplated getting an Airstream and camping across America, he inquired, “You have camped, right?” I find questions like these are best answered with deflection so scoffed, “Have I camped…” somehow suggesting loads of experience.
Truth be told, not much. Here are the two occasions. The first when I was an Indian Princess which was like Girl Scouts except daughters spent time with their fathers and learned about nature. We went to Disney, stayed in a Winnebago. My sister climbed a tree that turned out rotten. She fell as it split in two while I yelled timber. I was left with friends of my parents while my parents and wounded sibling headed to the hospital. My father went back with my sister while they set her arm. Upon seeing them do this live, my father passed out, hit his head, and got a concussion. He was admitted for overnight. Eventually my parents remembered they had left me at the camp ground and came and rescued me. Without their proper supervision, I ate only s’mores for 24 hours.
My other camping experience was in Wyoming. I was shipped out to a friend’s house in Jackson Hole, WY. We went on a raft trip along the snake river. My friend and I decided to drink a ton of water directly from river. That is how I learned what giardia was.
I do have this picture where apparently I caught a rabbit with my bare hands, but I can’t remember how or why.
So, to sum up, David is taking a novice on the road for an outdoor adventure. We’ll have to see how this turns out.
Adventures in LuLu 