When you work an 8 to 5, the weekends hold a special place. For the first time in 3+ years, my wife and I are going camping with a group of friends sans kids. Not sure if the stars aligned or what but we are taking this opportunity and running with it. What marks this special occasion you say…my wife’s 30th birthday!
The plan was to go camping at Bird Creek. It seemed the perfect spot…close to town, slight wilderness experience and camp fires allowed. Being so close to town (a mere 25 miles away) I never thought twice about securing a camping spot. I told everyone…don’t worry…who would camp at Bird Creek when they could easily drive into town. Ohh was I wrong!
Bird Creek | Photo by NRT
Friday evening after putting the kids to bed I headed out to secure a spot for Saturday night. My thought was to find a spot, set up camp, and head home hoping no one would steal what I left behind. What a great plan it was. I rehearsed it in my head and I even had a friend to help me out.
After circling the 26 campsites like a vulture hoping someone would find me creepy and decide to pack up and leave…I decide to make one more round through the campground. That is when I met Sheryl. Who is Sheryl you say? The campground host that’s who. Her “job” is to make sure the campground is pleasant for all those who may decide to plunck down $15 a night to sing songs and make smores.
I failed to mention that I was carrying about 20 pallets in the back of my truck. Sheryl caught sight of this as I made my way around the campground and her concern for the “pleasantness” of the campground forced her to wave me down. I can still remember what she said to me, “Ohhh…you aren’t a young guy…I was worried when I saw all of those pallets”. Nice. After putting her mind at ease I decided to head home.
The next morning I woke up and decided to head back early. I wasn’t able to sleep much that night knowing full well that the success of this mission was counting on me! Man did I luck out. I had scoped out a spot earlier and was hoping the inhabitants would be gone by the time I reached the campground. Score baby! Campsite…check…tent up…check…chairs out…check…pallets unloaded…checkmate.
We all returned later that day with coolers full of camp food and spirits. Sheryl stopped by to say “hi” and so did the Forest Service (nice guys). Apparently pallets are a concern. As Smokey the Bear would say, “Only you can prevent forest fires”.
The party got off to a quick start with a certain somebody knocking away a six pack in 10 minutes. The evening’s festivities included Texas Hold’Em, bocce balls and the crowd favorite…Forest Croquet. That’s right…no camping trip is complete without Forest Croquet.
Forest Croquet anyone? | Photo by J. Borman
Birthday Girl…she is on the far right. Mr. “10 Minute Six Pack”…he’s the one in the middle.
My wife told me later she had a great time. It means a lot to me that the trip turned out to be fun for my wife. She works awfully hard and takes great care of us. It’s only fair we return the favor. A lot of friends showed up to wish my wife “Happy Birthday”, which meant the world to her. The smile on her face said it all. Happy Birthday Sweetheart! Love…Everyone!