Our mini backpacking trip turned out well. Long story, short: we had a very entertaining adventure full of excitement and MANY almost-peed-my-pants-moments. Big Sis arrived at my house early with overflowing enthusiasm and wearing a hat that had a striking similarity to Amelia Bedelia.
Thankfully, Big Sis didn’t share Amelia’s tendency for taking everything literally. No tents were “pitched” into the bushes, and the marshmallows were not thrown into the fire to be “roasted.” The hat didn’t make it through the first mile, just long enough for all to enjoy the first of many hearty laughs.
Much to my frustration, my insistence to keep the food on the light side was not taken to heart as much as I had hoped. This made loading my small bear canister feel like stuffing a Thanksgiving Turkey. Although we somehow managed to get all the excess food safely stowed, the scent from the two jumbo sized bars of Special Dark Chocolate left a smell so enticing that Mr. Skunk could not refrain from searching through Big Sis’ stuff in the wee hours of the night. He came back to our site three times just to be sure that everything edible had been stowed.
Of course, i had my own short comings as well. We sort of bypassed camp on the first time past, thanks to poor signage, my less-than-stellar map reading skills, and my overzealous enthusiasm for taking a picture of the kids crossing the stream on a fallen tree. But in the end, and a few miles later, we did arrive. See, everything worked out just fine. Day hike just came before setting up camp instead of after. *sheepish grin*
I did successfully pitch the tent, filter the water, and light the camp stove to heat water for the meals. Somehow we even kept everyone relatively safe — which is huge given the fact that my clumsiness is most likely in our blood (blood that everyone on the trip shares.)
There were definitely some lessons-learned but, all in all, it was a darn good trip.