Thursday, July 16, 2015
We Went Camping: Part Three of Three
Camping is a lot of work for everybody except me. There was often a buzz of activity, especially during set up, tear down, or mealtime. I couldn’t do anything to help, and no one expected me to. I felt like a King sitting on his throne, his wheeled throne, being waited on hand and foot and enjoying a life of leisure. But it wasn’t as much fun as I imagine being King would be.
We spent all day Saturday outdoors, and the heat got to me. About halfway through a scrumptious dinner of chicken, summer squash, zucchini, and corn on the cob, my arms and hands failed me, not unexpectedly. Several of us were engaged in a lively dinner discussion, so I tried to use a system of vague gestures and inaudible whispers to get Kim’s attention.
“What?” she asked.
“I need help,” I said while pointing at my plate.
“Help with what?”
“With my food.”
“Which food?” she asked a bit more loudly because the whispering wasn’t working.
We enjoyed our last evening around the campfire, going to bed only after gentle prodding by the campground “police” around midnight.
As Kim prepared to get me out of bed on Sunday morning, she complained of a strange odor in the far corner of the camp. Seconds later she gasped and threw a shirt on the floor. Kim is not a girly girl, mind you. She almost never cries out like that.
“What is it?” I asked.
“A dead mouse,” she screamed.
“A mouse crawled into your shirt and died?”
In a more calm voice, she answered, “It’s more likely that a certain cat at our house killed a mouse, and a certain dog buried the dead mouse in our suitcase while we were still packing on Thursday morning.”
I thought about it, and yeah, that’s what happened. Kim put on a different shirt and disposed of the mouse.
After Kim finished getting me up, I sat outside and witnessed the March of the Full Bladder again, and then I ate breakfast. It was time to pack for home, so another whirlwind of activity broke out around me while I reigned benevolently from my portable throne. Soon, my little kingdom looked as barren as when we had arrived, ready for the next round of campers.
A big thank you goes out to all five of my fellow adventurers. You took such good care of me. I wanted for nothing the entire weekend.
As we said our goodbyes to the rest of the group, I asked Kim, “I had fun this weekend, but it’s really up to you. Was all the work worth it?”
“It was worth it. I had a great time.”
“Maybe we’ll do it again?”
And there you have it.
Other posts in this series:
I'm Going Camping
We Went Camping: Part One
We Went Camping: Part Two