Gary Smalley has a video series on married relationships in which he suggests that the greatest bonding time for families happens during camping trips, because that's when so many things go wrong. Of course, he wasn't familiar with our situation, which is why he is so far off.
We prepare things thoroughly. Looking over Ly's shoulder, it appears that she had a two-page, type-written packing list, which I believe had two columns on each page. We arrived at the camp ground in time to pick a beautiful spot. The ground did not slope. We set the tent up without any problems whatsoever, the air mattress worked flawlessly, and everything turned out as desired. Going swimming was fun for the girls, though Jo hated the cold water (we're talking H-A-T-E-D!). At night, the lantern gave a nice light, and we had enough flashlights that no one had to go to the bathrooms in the dark. Ly had prepared a menu that included all the necessary food groups, including fruit. Jo went to sleep without too much trouble, and Ch and La did pretty well, too, considering that this was their first camping trip ever. As we were fixing to shut it all down I looked around, and everything had gone so perfect that I almost felt bad that we had cheated the camping complications. We had managed to plan the worries out of camping. It was nearly as if I had broken a new toy.
The rain started at 2 a.m.
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