Last weekend and last minute, we decided to pack up and go beach camping. We headed to the coast and landed on Second Beach. We hiked in, set up camp and took a deep breath.
I thought my kids ran free until I saw how they flew in the wide expanse of beach and rock that lay before us. They ran and ran and ran along the beach, in and out of the water, up and down huge rocks. We ate, relaxed and warmed ourselves by the fire.
Nourished by the sea — its scent, its sound and its energy — I was once again home. And, this being my first adventure camping, was actually quite fun, until…
… nighttime. I ended up trapped in the tent, in the cold and on the ground. I was freezing and in pain. I turned every which way searching for comfort. I dozed in and out of sleep, knowing I had hours to go before we could hightail it out of there. It was a game of staying warm while not suffocating my nine week old. At this point, I’m thinking — What WERE WE thinking?
At least it didn’t rain.