A few weeks ago my husband came up to me and asked if I would like to go camping with the twins for my birthday. At first I thought him to be insane, standing there with his big cheesy smile and proposing camping...WITH TWINS. But I thought, what the heck, I will try anything once and agreed to give it a try.
Well upon arrival we realized that we had actually forgotten the money for the camp site (of course) and only had enough for one night...after around four hours of driving. So instead of declaring the trip a failure and going home we decided to spend our first night in the primitive campground. (Another hour and a half of driving) Well the primitive campground was completely in the middle of nowhere and as we set up camp we could hear the distant howling of the local wild dogs immediately making the horrifying image of a coyote carrying my baby off pop into my head. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night with dreams of said coyotes trying to get into our tent.
The next day we made off for the real camp site after deciding the babies did remarkably well especially considering the strong winds that hammered against our tent the night prior. I guess we were just asking for more abuse. So we arrived at the campsite and quickly made camp hoping to go on an early morning hike through the red cliffs. However, when we finally fed crying babies, ourselves and made it to the place to hike the sun was already high in the sky and far to hot for babies so we had to drag our sad selves back to the camp site and our camping trip suddenly became a lazy man's trip. Not that I can complain, finding a small amount of time to just be lazy in nature is a very rare thing when you are a mother of twins.
All in all considering how well the twins delt will all of this hullabaloo I think we will in fact be camping again, call me crazy if you wish, but it was still an incredibly fun trip despite all of our dilemmas.
Well upon arrival we realized that we had actually forgotten the money for the camp site (of course) and only had enough for one night...after around four hours of driving. So instead of declaring the trip a failure and going home we decided to spend our first night in the primitive campground. (Another hour and a half of driving) Well the primitive campground was completely in the middle of nowhere and as we set up camp we could hear the distant howling of the local wild dogs immediately making the horrifying image of a coyote carrying my baby off pop into my head. Needless to say, I did not sleep well that night with dreams of said coyotes trying to get into our tent.
The next day we made off for the real camp site after deciding the babies did remarkably well especially considering the strong winds that hammered against our tent the night prior. I guess we were just asking for more abuse. So we arrived at the campsite and quickly made camp hoping to go on an early morning hike through the red cliffs. However, when we finally fed crying babies, ourselves and made it to the place to hike the sun was already high in the sky and far to hot for babies so we had to drag our sad selves back to the camp site and our camping trip suddenly became a lazy man's trip. Not that I can complain, finding a small amount of time to just be lazy in nature is a very rare thing when you are a mother of twins.
All in all considering how well the twins delt will all of this hullabaloo I think we will in fact be camping again, call me crazy if you wish, but it was still an incredibly fun trip despite all of our dilemmas.