Memorial Day Camping Trip
Camping on Memorial Day has been a family tradition for the past 45 years. My husband’s uncle found this lovely camp site called Rock Creek in the Sierra National Forest. There are 5 family sites in this cul-de-sac where a group of 60 or so hang out for the weekend. My mother-in-law has many wonderful photos of my husband and his sister there all the way from babyhood to the teen years. It’s one of the sweetest most memorable family traditions I have had the pleasure to witness.
The problem is that I have not been so great about keeping up with this family tradition. I have a huge aversion to dirt and usually end up backing out at the last minute. All the prep work, my diabetic son, and a 6-7 hour drive make me not want to brave it. Well this year I didn’t back out and boy am I a happy camper!
It was so lovely being unplugged. Not just from the electronics, but also all of the daily dramas. My kids hardly fought with each other (that’s amazing in itself), my youngest was content “fishing” with his friend’s toy pole and I just enjoyed all of it. Even the dirt! OK, maybe not the dirt so much, but I was able to get over the gross factor.
That’s when it hit me! I realized that I had been in the moment all weekend. I didn’t think of anything that was going on at home. Not that this was the last week of school, the teacher gifts yet to purchase, the last week of my oldest being in elementary school, the hiccup with a friend or the biggest one, the mountain of laundry I was going to climb once we returned home.
This is why keeping up with the family tradition is so vital. Communing with nature is so very important for both my husband and I. Listening to the rushing creek that lulled us to sleep. The feeling the frigid water on our skin. Watching the storm gather, complete with thunder and lighting, are all things we don’t notice or pay attention to while living our normal, ho-hum, daily lives. I think it wears most of us down without even realizing that what’s happening. No wonder I’ve felt so out of touch. This is why the family has pushed for us to come to the woods every year! It fills our cups and puts gas in the tank. I know camping isn’t for everyone, I’d prefer to Glamp if I could, but I’m so happy I bit the bullet and made the drive.
When Tuesday morning came and I was rushing around getting lunches packed and my kids are back at it again, I didn’t feel like I normally feel. I still got a little crazy from all the chaos, but at least I felt more centered. And I asked my husband if we could plan a couple more camping trips for the summer.