Somewhere in the middle of job-drama and school and adoption, Varun and I had the brilliant idea to go camping for our 4th Anniversary. Because really, nothing says romance like sandy tents and communal showers.
Here’s the catch: I’m not sure if we have the skills for this endeavour.
Growing up, my family did our share of camping. However, I have 3 brothers and never really had to be responsible for our actual survival. Varun, you should know, didn’t go camping until he was well into his twenties. When I expressed some concern about our ability to survive the weekend, Varun reminded me, “Amelia! We set up the tent by ourselves last year!”
So there you have it. Hopefully this year we can remember to bring our sleeping bags.
Is camping for one’s anniversary crazy? Perhaps. But, I’m excited to be alone with my husband. I’m excited to sleep outside on the hard ground. I’m excited to eat food cooked over a fire and sit around the dimming embers, talking and dreaming with Varun. I cannot wait for s’mores, the shores of Lake Huron and lack of cellphone reception.
I’m also mildly apprehensive, so hit me with your camping advice. What to cook, what to pack, how to survive. What makes couples camping work? What should we avoid?