Kangatopia

I’ve revised my attitude completely on this camping thing. I’ll be disappointed now if we don’t go. Yes, I haven’t done any real camping (ie, with a tent) since I was 12, but that’s no reason to shy away now. Bear is going to have lots to do, and lots of other boys to hang out with - and there’s no reason to think that this won’t be a huge amount of fun.

Just in case, though, I’m hiding a 6 pack in the bottom of the cooler.

Yesterday after a long day of vomitting and other nasty symptoms of a stomach virus, I attended a cub scout den meeting. Bear wasn’t there, and since I hadn’t been able to get a hold of his father - I didn’t know until I raced to the house in a panic afterwards (was Bear in the hospital? Did he get eaten by a snake during his field trip to the environmental center?? Why wasn’t he at the den meeting???) that Bear had disposed of his lunch on the carpet during art class. He was fine by the time I saw him. Anyway, during the den meeting, I was assured that Bear and I wouldn’t be left to sleep in the car if I failed to erect the tent. (In otherwords, I’ll have help with all that stuff.)

So, last night, I began assembling the things we’ll need. We have a tent, sleeping bags, pillows, bug spray, sunscreen, a cooler, etc. My dad tried to put together one of the old fishing poles in his closet for Bear to use, but after a bunch of fiddling - it looks like we’re just going to have to pick up a new one somewhere. Every boy needs his own fishing pole.

We’re supposed to have big, huge ass storms today so it’s going to be a little muddy. But, I’m thinking that’s just going to make the experience all the more traditional and fun or something.

I feel like a jerk because I was so freaked out about this before. I couldn’t help but feel even more alone because I don’t know anyone who would want to do this with us who knows anything about camping. But, I think we’re going to have a great time and we won’t be alone.