My fiance and I went camping at the Pinery over by Lake Huron. It's a cute little provincial park that has these cool ferns that you can see if you go hiking in the various trails there.Now, I'm sort of into car camping, which just means I don't really like camping, but just the idea of it. I like having my car with all of my junk in it nearby just in case some bear comes near. I can just hop into the safety of my car and honk at it until it goes away. Don't get me wrong, I love nature. I loved waking up in the fresh air to birds chirping. It was lovely. But then I realised how hungry I was and there was no stove where I could whip up some eggs. So we ended up eating at the local restaurant.
My fiance thinks I'm redic, and that I should experience REAL camping....which means camping in the middle of the woods where the only way you can get in is by paddling there via canoe. Um, hellz no. First off, I says to him, my parents never took me camping as a child. It's a well known fact that Jamaicans just don't camp. They're all, um, you want me to sleep on the ground? And outside? Why the hell would I do that?
Now my fiance, bless his little heart, went camping as a child. He went with his parents every summer and slept on mats and didn't shower and ran wild. So you can imagine his look of horror when I pulled out the 'ol queen sized, double high air mattress and began to plug it in (um, yes, we had an electric site. How else am I supposed to pump up the air mattress?). It made so much noise and our neighbours began staring at us with mocking expressions on their faces (which is kinda funny since they were camping out of trailers...so whatevs). Then when I tried to put my queen size, double high air mattress into my tent, I realised that I couldn't get it through the door. Doh! So I had to plug it back in, deflate it, and try my best not to get sand on it. I smiled when I got the mostly deflated bed into my 3 man tent (which I saw was a lie since my whole air mattress was taking up the entire floor of the tent). When I realised that I couldn't move the tent over to our plug since it was already pegged into the ground, I had to go to the store and buy an extension cord. In the meantime, my fiance was all, we don't need the stupid air mattress because we've got our tent on a soft bed of leaves. Now that's just plain funny. I know that leaves were kinda fun to jump into, but when I was 6. I'm 30 now, and I am not sleeping on leaves, no matter how soft they are.
So I got the bright orange extension cord (along with a nice table cloth to go over our picnic table that was covered in bird poop), plugged it in, dragged it over to the tent, and had a mild panic attack when it wouldn't reach. But I got the thing to reach, and I got my queen size, double high air mattress pumped up in all its glory. And might I add, as we were going to sleep later that night, my fiance said to me, "Well, this is pretty comfy." I rest my case; but you should have heard him when I insisted on getting my eggs fix at that local restaurant the next morning.
