So I went camping for the first time [gasp!]. Not a huge feat, obviously, but for a city girl who grew up surrounded by more buildings than trees, the wilderness of the woods is a very different thing than the wilderness of the world.
What lessons did I learn on this magnificent venture into the sandy sand dunes of Oregon, you ask? Read on!
I learned that leaving your tennis shoes on the outside of the tent may require you to hustle when it starts raining at 3 AM, lest you experience the dreaded soggy-foot syndrome.
I learned that sand boarding is superbly great, but the walk back up that dang hill could also go by the name of Thigh Burning Stair Master of Death 3000.
I learned that dogs make for exciting campsite companions.
I learned that crows make for stupid campsite companions.
I learned that board games can be just as fun when played by flashlight, but cleaning up may prove tricky.
I learned that disconnecting from the world of technology for a weekend is truly great…right up until the moment you turn your phone back on and it almost self-combusts from all the stored up notifications.
There you have it, my priceless insights. All in all, a very successful weekend filled with good food and great people.
Next experience to conquer as a Seattleite? Learning how to parallel park between two SUVs, on a hill, in the rain, with 17 cars behind me. Yikes.