After our practice camp earlier on this year here we have just returned from ‘camping proper’ for seven nights. That’s seven nights with five adults and eleven children. Yes, you read it right ELEVEN children.
After a week of planning meals and shopping for extra items to make camp life a little easier the day we were due to leave arrived. Packing was made easier by the fact that out of necessity we had bought a large fully enclosed trailer to house everything we need. It was already packed. All that was needed now was enough food for Australia and clothes for Africa.
Packing finished, Pete set off while I locked up and took Diesel to the kennels for the week. Following the GPS on my phone I took what I thought was the best route out of the city up to the Sunshine coast. One hour later I was still trying to get out of the city and Pete had arrived at our camp site and was starting to set up. When I eventually arrived he was just about finished, all part of my master plan (cue the evil laughing).
He was exhausted and not particularly open to hearing me whinge about being stuck in traffic. So I bottled it up in a jar and put it in the cupboard to bring out at breakfast tomorrow. There’s nothing like a bit of whinge on toast for breakfast.
Fast forward two days to our morning walk down the beach and I mention the camping trip we have booked at Christmas. “I’m cancelling it” was Pete’s immediate response. After all week getting ready and a whole day setting up he was not keen to be doing it in thirty plus degrees.
Plan B was to hire a caravan. That would save the headache of setting up the outdoor kitchen. We would still however have to pack everything we needed into the caravan first and unpack after the holidays. Plan B lasted about as long as a snowman in a sauna.
On one particularly hot day before coming home plan C was hatched. We decided to rent a unit on the beach at four times the cost of our original plan. Camping can be relaxing and fun but if it takes a day to pack and another day to unpack what is the point. You arrive stressed and leave stressed, murders can be committed.
Since returning home plan C is now on shaky ground. A friend of ours is going to be on their boat under the harbour bridge in Sydney during the New Year’s Eve fireworks. Plan D is born. We are flying to Sydney to spend a week. We have booked the flights and everything so it is set in concrete, I think…
As for the camping, a friend of ours is going to convert our trailer into a kitchen set up. All we need to do is pull up, open the door, put up the gazebo and hey presto a kitchen. Now that’s my kind of camping.
Do you find setting up camp a drama? Maybe you’ve got some good tips for me?