I used to be an outdoorsy kind of girl.
I grew up hiking, camping, and spending time in the mountains like I was one with the wilderness. I remember sleeping under the stars high above the world in the Huachuca Mountains, and listening to the Eagles on my portable CD player overlooking a mountain canyon dreaming of that guy Sean, who would never return my high-school crush. There was a middle-of-the-night encounter with a bear during which a black bear ripped out our car window, terrorized each of the campers in the campsite, and left us bolting out of the Chircahuas faster than you can scream “BEAR ATTACK.” We dealt with skunks, a baby bear encounter, and getting lost without water on a 10-mile-hike that included a search-and-rescue team ready to look for us had we not returned just in time. My brother and sister and I grew up knowing all the mountains in the surrounding Tucson, AZ area and quite a few beyond our neck of the woods. Camping was simply something we did all all the time.
My last camping trip was actually a backpacking trip in the Grand Canyon. We were there for something like five days, and on the first night down in the Canyon, James proposed to me under the full moon. That must have been eight years ago.
I guess I thought our marriage would include an outdoorsy life, considering we’d paid our rock climbing dues, gone repelling, did a massive backpacking trip, etc. I was kind of surprised when I learned that James did not, in fact, grow up doing the outdoors life like I had, and though somewhat interested in it, he wasn’t really sure how to go about roughing it out in the wilderness.
Well, now that our girls are old enough to follow directions and wear panties most of the time, we are attempting our first camping trip as a family this weekend. Major problem: we had NO equipment, so I went on a little shopping spree at Amazon.com. Did I ever mention I’m in love with Amazon? Yup. I can shop until I drop and NEVER LEAVE THE HOUSE. It’s the epitome of laziness! I shop in my pajamas, braless, wearing my new dorky glasses, and I don’t have to worry about anyone seeing me that way!
Oops, nevermind that part about never being seen.
Ah HEM. Anyway. This week has been like Christmas… packages containing a lantern and a tent and sleeping bags and Thermarests- you know, those small self-inflating cushion things for old people- and a camping stove and a couple other essentials have been knocking on my doorstep ready to be massacred by my children and dog. Good times.
However, the absolute BEST part of our purchases (and the only frivolous one, I might add) came today, and this was a gift from my husband who knows that his wife will actually MORPH INTO A RABID GRIZZLY BEAR if she does not, in fact, get her fresh-brewed coffee. Behold, the caffeine addict’s outdoorsy lifesaver, the Personal Java Press by GSI:
It’s an actual French Press that only requires boiling water, coffee grounds, and your hands. Imagine that. In a world where I just have to add water and grounds to a machine and press “On”, making coffee by hand is a TRUE PHENOMENON.
You can buy one here if you wanna be super cool and dorkalicious like me.
So, think of me this weekend and send warm wishes for a lack of downpour, good coffee, zero potty accidents (by my husband, of course, because that would be embarrassing), and no backaches while I rough it Seattle Style with my French Press in tow on our little camping trip. We will be staying somewhere near Sol Duc Hot Springs in the Olympic National Forest on the peninsula, then head off to a lodge south of there to spend some time on a lake.
I’m looking forward to some downtime. Wish I had a hammock. At least I’ll have coffee, right? And my camera, of course.
Current Mood: Cool