So, I may not have survived cancer or a natural disaster this past weekend,
but I did survive tent camping with ten boys under the age of 10and their fathers.
On top of that, tent camping in New England in May is...
shall we say... a crap shoot.
It can be really hot or it can be really cold, oh and rainy too.
We got the later with pouring rain and cold.
As I checked the weather and my Facebook page from my Blackberry
at 11:30pm after the rain began, I did get some "tehehehe's" from my chick friends
who thought I was crazy to go on the camp out.
I went for one reason... this guy
who in this picture is fishing with
an old school fishing pole of a stick and line,
just because it is cool to kick it
old school from time to time...
This guy doesn't seem to think about, or care that I am a chick.
He had the choice of me or his dad and
he picked the chick.
Now his dad is about as "outdoorsy" as they come, but me and my boys do have
a bond with scouting.
So... when all the dads were packing up with their boys for the big camping weekend,
there I went.
Granted, being a tomboy growing up and spending lots of time camping helped.
I also made a promise to myself that I would not be the
"token chick" and get stuck doing chick stuff.
I did not prepare one ounce of food and did not clean any dishes.
So, even though the temp dropped and the skies opened up at night, it was a great weekend that I will remember for more than just what we did, but how it gave me a better understanding for how my son sees me in this world...