I love camping. It’s such a huge part of who I am that I can’t imagine not ever doing it. The ex and I used to go. We started with a tent, then moved up to a pop-up camper then ended with a nice hard side complete with queen-size bed and bathroom. When he left we sold the camper which left me with me with no choice but to go out and purchase simpler camping gear. I don’t have the vehicle to be hauling a camper and it just seems a waste of money now that I’m single.
I got a tent (I can set it up by myself), cooler, tarp, camping potty (cuz I HATE getting out of the tent to pee in the middle of the night) my folks gave me a twin-size air mattress, I kept a lot of the stuff (dishes etc) from the camper, got little odds and ends like lighters and such. There was no way I was letting being single stop me from enjoying the great outdoors. Of course it helps camping with my folks who have a nice camper and all sorts of stuff so I don’t have to bring everything with me and so I don’t have to go alone. Not that I’m afraid to camp by myself (I own guns) but it just isn’t as fun as camping with someone else.
My folks and I went camping this last weekend up on the Uncompahgre Plateau (I’ll do another post with some pictures later in the week). It’s our favorite place to camp. There’s designated sites but no campgrounds or anything. Lots of places to drive and spot animals roaming around. We’ve seen plenty of deer and elk, my folks have seen bear, and my dad even spotted a bobcat once! And there’s the plethora of chipmunks, rabbits, birds, and creepy crawlies to keep any biology nut happy
The weather was rainy and wet which doesn’t make tent camping all that much fun. But I had the tarp that dad and I strung up over my tent which kept the inside nice and dry. And with my sleeping bag, two blankets, and a flannel sheet on the air mattress I figured I’d be warm enough.
I about froze that first night. I ended up putting on a sweater AND my fleece coat and slept huddled with my face under the sleeping bag. I never checked my watch or anything but I seriously think it took like four hours before my body heat took the chill out of the tent. And it’s not like it a HUGE tent either. Needless to say I was not looking forward to another night in the frigid cold. Not to mention that it rained all day Saturday and I knew it would be colder than the previous night.
Well, my mom, in her never-ending wisdom and awesome ideas, suggested I make a bed warmer (not to be confused with a bed pan).
These were used back in the day in areas that were cold. It’s not like there was electricity and furnaces so folks had to be creative. My bed warmer consisted of a deep skillet, some rocks that we set down into the coals of the fire, tin foil for the top, and a towel to wrap it all in. I borrowed a sleeping bag from the folks to protect the air mattress from the heat and stuck the modern version of a bed warmer down by my feet.
I was so snug and warm all night. Even with the wind and rain I stayed nice and warm and slept damn good. So the skillet and towel have become a permanent part of my camping gear