Gilles and I finally went on our annual 'just us' camping trip. It was all the luxurious nothingness it promised to be.
That doesn't sound right, does it? Let me explain.
My favorite thing about camping, just Gilles and I, is that there is no schedules, and no one to answer to. Don't want to go to the beach? So what? We won't. Don't want to play frisbee? No big deal. Don't want to get up? Go back to sleep. Don't want to go to bed? So don't! No one is forcing you to, and you don't have to worry about getting up the next day. To put it bluntly, we give ourselves these days to be absolutely and unconditionally lazy. And boy is it amazing.
We left Thursday night, packing after work and getting to the campground at about midnight. We set up our tent, pulled the coolers out of the car (it would be hot in there by the time we woke up the next morning!), and went to bed.
The only "scheduled" items the whole trip were that we had to check in by 11AM on the Friday, and that we had to check out by 12PM on the Monday. Doesn't that just sound lovely?