I am camping. Really. The roughing-it kind of camping minus the tent and sleeping bags. That is, I’m sleeping in my camper, we are parked next to a gorgeous lake, which doesn’t sound like roughing it until you realize there is no electricity or water hook-ups available in this campground. It is rustic.
It is also close to home, which is where I really am right this moment. Home. Autumn’s clothes are in the dryer since she went from kayak camp to family camp and demanded a shower and clean clothes. I am home because I’m teaching, which makes it impossible to go very long without the internet. Plus we have three dogs at home that we did not take camping. This means we come home often to feed and water them. It is a good thing the campground is only about 15 minutes away.
Tonight I roasted marshmallows on an open flame and became all gooey as I helped a number of kids (I lost count) build s’mores. Yum. This camping over the holiday is a family tradition — one that brings four generations of Sherwoods together. As Autumn noted yesterday, there are only 14 people camping in this campground right now, and we are related to seven of them.
The number of campers dwindled considerably when the price went from $10 a night to $20 a night. The high price of gas also hurts. But I am enjoying the camping even though I haven’t been at the campground very much. Between Little League and work, I spend large parts of my day away from the campground.
Little League is now done and over for three of the four children, but Amanda is in the middle of her all-stars games. The games are in Tawas. We have traveled there two days so far (Saturday and Sunday). We still have to travel there Monday and Wednesday. And I know it seems like I just did a 180 on topic, but the Little League stuff DOES have something to do with the title.
There has been some vandalism at the local school. A porta-potty was burned down. The next day, someone burned down a shed by the girls’ softball field. This is the field where my kids play. The shed was right next to a set of bleachers, which was also damaged. The shed was a total loss. I did snap a picture, but I don’t have my camera with me right now. The shed was where the equipment was kept like the umpire’s stuff, extra bases, a pitching machine and other stuff. I haven’t heard officially, but it was definitely arson because the shed didn’t have any electricity hooked up to it. It is a shame. Why?
OK, it’s after midnight, and I’ve been camping. What did you expect? The answer should have been “not much.” But hey, I blogged.
