And , yes, after two nights and three days in the wild, I do feel a little Frankenstein’s bride-ish.
Guess that’s what happens when you hit a West Virginia campsite in the middle of one of the hottest summers on record with a tent, and a puppy, and a few dudes.
And your parents.
Thank everything awesome that my parents (and their sleeping trailer of campsite happiness!) accompanied us on our first ever outdoor excursion.
They are like professional campers with all sorts of camping accoutrements and what nots.
Forget a DJ, last night my parents saved my life!
But, I refuse to act like I enjoyed it completely or that am even remotely looking forward to our next adventure in roughing it.
I sweated, I cried, I got rained on, puked on and scratched by my dog something wild.
But The Dudes had a blast.
A bonafide blast.
Thinking about hitting the campground circuit? Here are our tips.
DudeMom’s Guide to Living in the Wild. For a day or two tops. After that you’re on your own.
1. Think about the food. And, bring a lot because you’re gonna want it. Like, when you bust your shoulder so hard on your truck door you have to sit on the ground and cry for five minutes, an Oreo cookie, a bag of Doritos, and an Orange Crush to wash it down with may be your only comfort.
2. Find a good location. We wanted a place in the great state of West Virginia because it’s mountainous and lush with fresh water and beautiful scenery. Pretty much exactly what you saw in Deliverance imagine, and more! Plus Mimi and Papa suggested we go there so we wound up at Wapacoma Family Campground in Romney, WV. It was perfect; near water, allowed tents and RVs, with stuff kids like (they have a train, and swimming, and fishing, and a playground, and even a Saturday night DJ if you’re nasty). Everyone there was friendly (they even helped Papa when his trailer tires blew to smithereens). The area was easily accessible and safe and pretty and, aside from the cows sharing the swimming hole, it was remarkably clean. Even in the bath house which I avoided as much as humanely possible.
3. Bring socks. I don’t know why I thought wearing open toe shoes was gonna be a win for me, but it so wasn’t. Things climb on your toes when they’re exposed. And they get wet and muddy and cold and injured unexpectedly too. Good thing I never travel without my favorite pair of striped knee high socks! They earned their keep this weekend and I fully intend to build them a raft, light them on fire, and set them out to sea to die honorably after this. They were worn to oblivion and are completely uninhabitable.
4. Don’t expect to sleep. It is virtually impossible to sleep well while camping. There is talking and movement and sounds from other camp sites and animals and bugs or something. And the sun! Holy crack of dawn, Batman, that thing gets up early!
5. Have fun. You know in between the whining about the heat and the bugs and the heat and the dirt and the bugs and the heat, and the SNAKES (yes, I saw one, climbing through our camp site, the very first hour we were there), the whole thing is sorta fun. And the Dudes loved it! They are still thanking me as they should be for setting it all up.