Monday, October 18, 2010
Kerrie and I went camping over the weekend.
We had been planning the trip since June. Kerrie reserved a two-story luxury cabin nestled in a lakeside resort two hours away. We were looking forward to frolicking at the lake shore, roasting marshmallows by the fire, while also enjoying private restrooms, indoor plumbing & electricity, and snuggling at night in a toasty cabin that had a bear skin rug.
We were so excited, we weren't even upset that Rian insisted on tagging along to baby-sit us, because he didn't think it was safe for two 20-something-year-old girls to be out in the woods alone all weekend.
We were so excited, we danced all the way to the cabin.
Unfortunately not everything in life turns out as planned.
When we got to the resort, fifteen minutes before the main office was going to close, we discovered that the bastards decided to close EARLY. Everyone was gone. There was nobody there to give us the key to our cabin. We called every number for the resort we could, but everyone had gone home early for the weekend.
We were so fucked.
We could not believe that not only had they closed early, but they did so knowing we were supposed to arrive that afternoon for our key. It was disgraceful.
Determined not to let the lazy assholes at the resort ruin our camping trip, we decided to do the one thing we swore we would NEVER do: primitive camping. It was tragic. After all, we were supposed to be fucking GLAMPING it all weekend, not actually doing any real camping that involved sleeping bags or building a fire with sticks. But we didn't have a choice.
So we began to drink and make a plan of action.
Fortunately, Kerrie had an admirer who was willing to drive out and lend us sleeping bags and a tent. We were thrilled by his kindness and our good mood returned.
So we chilled by the lake and threw rocks and took photos of our awesomeness.
When it was past evening, Kerrie and I started to get worried because her friend hadn't arrived yet. We then learned the poor guy's car had broken down and he was stranded in the middle of nowhere! Horrified, we hopped in our car and drove 20 minutes away to help him out. After getting lost in the pitch black countryside, we eventually caught up with him at midnight.
When we returned to the lake, Kerrie and I went off in search of a restroom where we could wash up. To our dismay, the only restroom was almost a mile away from our camping area and it looked like something straight out of a horror film.
Kerrie pretended to take a shower, because there was no water.
I put on my flannel.
Once Rian got the tent set up, the night actually turned out to be fun. We cooked hot dogs over the fire and roasted marshmallows. The sky was lit up with a thousand stars and looked incredible...
But as the night progressed, we longed more and more for the cozy cabin that we weren't going to sleep in that night. It was forty degrees and we didn't bring enough blankets or warm pajamas with us. The sharp gusty wind bit into our faces and kept us shivering all night. I seriously thought I was going to freeze to death, I was so cold in the little tent. And there were bugs. Holy hell, were there bugs. I can't even describe about the bug incidents yet, I'm still so freaking traumatized.
Kerrie and I were incredibly upset our fabulous glamping trip had been so viciously thwarted.
The next morning we both woke up completely sick with colds. We both still have them. We surrendered to the weather and our harsh living conditions and started packing at sunrise. We vowed to come back in the spring and we are going to see if the resort will give us a free cabin rental for our trouble.
But you know what, we were together and that's all that mattered. Kerrie and I had fun, despite the weather, and made some memories that will last forever.
And one day we will laugh about this trip...maybe.