This is going to be a long night, so I decided I’d blog a bit while I lay here awake. I’ve been awake for 30 minutes and don’t foresee being able to go back to sleep any time soon. It is 3:30 am.
No, I don’t have insomnia. There aren’t a bunch of unruly campers keeping me awake. In fact, it is nice and quiet except for some distant road noise. Everyone in my tent is sound asleep, including the two canines. I’d really prefer to join them as it is really a nice comfy temperature in here.
But no! I’m lying here contemplating tent placement. I’m actually having a bit of tent placement remorse at the moment. You see, when we placed our tent in this spot, we carefully scoped out the location. We are sharing a site with our friends the Longs which means we are on the site that is the central meeting area for our group of 4 families. That is a group that includes 8 adults, 11 kids and 3 dogs. We are very happy to be on this site. We are just a few steps away from all the action.
So, we scoped out the site with that information in mind. We chose a spot of real estate that would be big enough for our 10 person tent that we just bought. (The 6 man tent was just going to be a little cramped with 4 humans, 2 canines and all our stuff. Yes, we are city slicker campers.) We made sure it would be far enough away from the fire pit to allow plenty of space for all the chairs and such that would be gathered there. We carefully planned not to be too close to the road. We carefully planned not to be in the path between the adjoining campsite.
Next, we needed to decide which way to face the tent. Did we want the door to face the road, the back side of the campsite, the brush between us and the adjoining site or the area where the Long’s camper would be parked? Well, we quickly ruled out the back side because that would have the opening to the tent facing the campfire and for some reason that seemed illogical since we didn’t want smoke coming in the tent. Never-mind it’s a tent with a screen top covered loosely by a fly tarp, or whatever it is you call that obnoxiously awkward thing you put on a tent after you’ve erected the thing and can’t actually reach the top of the tent to put it on. For whatever reason, we decided the doors would be best facing the brush. We’d have a little more privacy that way, since thin walled tents are so private.
What we did not take into consideration were the middle of the night potty breaks. Yes, one of our peeps has an outhouse, but it is for their family and we had not discussed using it. We normally have our tent backed up to the woods. It is easy to slip out back for those unexpected runs to the potty in the wee hours of the night. (No puns intended). Unfortunately our tent backs up to the Long’s camper. The teenage boy’s tent is to the left, the road and nosey neighbor is to the right and the brush is right by our front door. Boo! No good place to slip out to for a quick potty break. I’ve been trying to go back to sleep for an hour now. Well, I’ve been blogging and trying to sleep for an hour. Justin just woke up. Now at least someone will know I’ve gone missing before morning if something should eat my face off on the bike ride to the restroom.
Shwoo! I made it back safe and sound. I did have to take Emily’s bike. Mine has a flat tire. That would have been quite unfortunate to have discovered mid bike ride at 4:00am.