Camping. Sleeping outdoors--like as in, I don't have a shelter over my expensive, perfect hair (thanks Emily Pallotta at Studio 1 Eleven) other than a hair thin piece of Lycra also known as a tent--camping. With bugs and snakes and creatures of the night--camping. Not my cup of tea. I am fan of the finer things in life, I am sure you've figured that out. I like pretty, shiny, glittery and definitely expensive things. None of which, are camping related. But, as we all know--this is a year of "Yes". So, when I was asked to camp--camping I went!
First, I went camping-shopping. If I was going to do this, I was going to do this right (and at least get a shopping trip out of it). So, the man friend and I were off to Target. I think I used the phrase, "Do they have this in Pink?" a thousand and one times. And FYI- they don't. Unless you'd like it to be Pink Camouflage or Disney Princess and neither are quite my style.
None-the-less on Friday night I was on my way to Mohican, with zero pink, and lots of nerves.
We arrived to a field with fire pits. A field. With fire pits. Complete with a shed with a bathroom and shower. It could have been worse, because I am not a good squatter.
A set up new tent, a big fire and some (OK. More than some!) vodka later and I was enjoying my time with friends in the great outdoors! I was laying logs on the fire, and grilling turkey dogs and grilled cheese like a camping pro...if there is such a thing.
As midnight came and left, the nerves set back in. I was going to sleep on an air mattress with that lovely Lycra shelter. But, thank God for vodka because as soon as my head hit the bed--I was OUT.
The next morning I awoke to chirping birds, and...rain. Ugh! This Summer has been so completely rainy and of course, it couldn't hold off for my camping-debut. But, luckily we had tables, and lots of tailgate tents to set up food and drinks and another big fire. In the shelter and bundled we drank, played cards, sang songs, and waited for the rest of our friends to make their way to Mohican. Once everyone arrived, we decided it was time to brave the river!
I am a big fan of pools. Clear water, clean, and generally safe. Rivers--not so much. Scarier than rivers? Snakes that live in rivers. But, I wasn't going to turn back now, I mean--I had already spent an entire night in the wilderness--I was in! In the tube, in the freezing water and in the home of the snakes, we took a miserable two hour ride back to our campground. But, when in Rome!
As soon as I got out of that tube I was in the warm shower, washed off and bundled up yet again for continued drinking, fire watching, singing, card playing and of course-- laughing and having fun with great people.
All the girls (some rockin' serious GLOWS from Spray.) My Put-in-Bay lady and I. The man friend.
The night went on in that fashion--great fun, great friends and in the morning, it was time to head back to the CLE.
Camping was a complete success and looking back, I am not sure what I was so afraid of in the first place. With great friends by my side, what really could have gone wrong? Moral of the story: each activity in my year of "Yes" has turned out to be fabulous, exciting and fun.
I highly recommend it to all of you.