Monday, August 26, 2013

First Family Campout....Almost!

With all of the rain we've been getting and the fire bans lifted I decided it was time to take a family camping trip.  We had done a test run in the backyard a few months ago which Pax aced, so we were ready to go.  Ahhhh, maybe not.

Everything started off great.  Got to the campsite, and quickly found a free site.  It was really nice, but pretty close to the road.  We un-loaded and set up camp.  Paxton loved all the dirt and had a blast picking up all the random trash or "hidden treasures" left behind from other campers.  I gathered a nice pile of fire wood and quickly got the fire going.  This is where the trip got interesting.


The Mighty Eagle Scout!
Being the expert Eagle Scout that I am, fire building is a cinch.  In no time I had a nice little flame going.  Then to really get it going I bent down and started blowing.  After a couple blows, Connie told me to stop so I wouldn't get light-headed.  As the Eagle Scout, and a Macho Man, I of course knew my limits and added a couple more blows before stopping (I couldn't stop right then and let her think she was right in telling me when to stop blowing).  Well, as I stood up I immediately felt light-headed.  I staggered briefly and steadied myself on Connie's arms.  Then I began to lean into her as my eyes closed... and the next thing I know I'm on the ground with Connie yelling at me.  I heard a car coming down the road so I quickly jumped to my feet and started brushing dirt off, still not 100% sure what had just happened.  Connie, thinking it was a joke that had gone too far, is still asking me what the heck I am doing as she is laying on top of the wood pile.  When I told her I had blacked-out and didn't remember falling, she finally cut me some slack as I helped her off the ground.  A bruised butt for Connie and a "blow" to my pride as a Macho Man, gave us plenty to laugh about the rest of the night.

Pax and I sharing a little Root Beer.

Well, dinner was great.  Ate some hotdogs and roasted some marshmallows.  Put Paxton to sleep and let the fire die down.  As we went to bed we found it strange that cars were continuing to drive down the road well into the late night hours.  There was finally a lull in the traffic and we both fell asleep.  Our wonderful snooze was interrupted by a massive truck/trailer bouncing down the dirt road.  I woke up and thought it was morning, and I heard Pax over on the side utter his cute little sound, "Gloo."  He saw me peak my head up and excitedly began to climb over Connie to get to me.  He thought it was play-time, I thought it was morning, and Connie wondered what the heck was going on.  She explained that it was only 12 o'clock, and asked why we were up.  So, for the next hour Pax climbed about the tent as Connie and I laid on our mostly deflated, super uncomfortable air mattress.  Realizing that I wasn't going back to sleep, and Pax most definitely wasn't, we decided enough was enough and it was time to pack up and go home.  Lucky for us we were only 40 min. from home.  At 1 am we packed up the car, made a pit-stop at McDizzle, and headed home. 

All-in-all a great trip.  We got to enjoy the whole camping thing, AND sleep in our own bed, AND have a great fainting story.  Perfect first Family Campout.