Thursday, April 21, 2011

May I Come Over and Play?

I love to camp.  When I’m not camping I’m thinking about camping.  If I didn’t need to be clean and presentable to go to work every day I would be a full-time camper.  I have no problem with the dirt and mess, except for that whole needing to earn a living thing. 

Much to the dismay and concern of my family and friends, I have even been known to go camping by myself.  So to keep everyone from worrying about me out there on my own, I’m always on the lookout for fellow campoholics.  Because of this need, I have no problem inviting myself along on someone’s trip. Some folks find this bold or presumptuous; I just think it’s neighborly.

In the spring of 2007, I asked a family if they had any upcoming camping trips where I could tag along.  I ended up joining them over Memorial Day and it has become an annual tradition for us.  The mom has become one of my closest friends because of that first trip.  Now if I hadn’t been brave enough to ask I would be missing out on one of the highlights of my year.
I’ve known other single people that wait around for things to happen.  And so they wait, and they wait.  I, on the other hand, am way too impatient to go that route.  I could keep camping by myself, and that would be fine.  But, it’s more fun having marshmallow gun fights with friends as opposed to shooting at random strangers passing by.  And it’s much better making that last trip down the path to the bathroom before bedtime with the companionship of others instead of opting to hold it in ‘til morning.

I had dinner with my partner in camping crime tonight, and as we discussed our trip, I was giddy inside anticipating the first outing of the season.  I can’t wait for the next five weeks to hurry by so we can be there already!

I'm glad I didn't just sit back and let my camping destiny pass me by.  How sad and lonely would that be?  So being bold and presumptuous worked and has made me a very Happy Camper.  Maybe you should try it...

Question:  Have you missed out on fun in life by waiting for it to come to you?


wendy said...

I've never gone camping alone, but back in my pre-Phil505 days, I did go to concerts by myself. I saw Watermark from like the 4th row. It was one of the best concerts I've ever been to.

Luci said...

I hear the word camping and two camping trips come to mind. One is when Donna and I went on a camping trip together when we were single. There was a huge storm....thunder and lighting. Everything was soaked and it was so not fun. The other one is the famous camping trip where our tent collapse in the middle of the night because of all the rain. SIGH....I am not a happy camper I am afraid.
I like the picture of the kids with their marshmallow shooters.....especially that big kid in the middle.
Maybe one day I should just tag a long with could be fun.

Dana said...

Wendy, During my NYC days I went to movies, dinner, etc. by myself all the time. It's not as common in PDX.

Luci, I would take you and your girls camping ANYTIME!