Hey all, sorry about the hit-and-miss nature of this past week’s blogging/updates.
This weekend (Friday and Saturday) our little family went camping with my larger family (my parents and siblings) and we had a blast! It was Little Man’s first time camping, and we were a little hesitant about going because of his immunizations the day before, but luckily he was very well-behaved most of the time (and even slept through most of the night!!!).
To start off, we have a small car (a Kia Rio) which is NOT an off-road vehicle, and the last leg of our journey happened to be on fairly rough dirt (and sharp rock) roads with the odd boulder sticking out of the road at intervals.
Though the car did alright, our brains were roughly the consistency of runny scrambled eggs toward the end. Problem number one for Branson’s Brain.
When we arrived at camp we showered in mosquito spray (we were unaware that the mosquito population is down in that area this year) and thankfully embraced all the DEET that entered our system. Also, there may have been fumes… Ahem, moving on!
Having arrived and fortified ourselves with clouds of toxic chemicals, we unpacked the car, which was simple, and I busied myself preparing our tent.
Sounds like a regular camping trip, right? WRONG!
The air mattress that we borrowed from my wife’s parents didn’t come with an air pump. That’s fine, we thought, because we’ll just take up one of our own. It’s a foot pump, but it should work just fine. Well, guess what we forgot… Enter problem number two for the continued function of Branson’s Brain.
I ended up blowing a full-sized mattress up with only my lungs. I had to stop three times as I started getting really light-headed (we’re talking oh-gosh-I’ve-got-tunnel-vision-and-should-probably-stop sort of light headed), but eventually (with the help of my brother) got the thing pumped up.
All is well and wonderful right? WRONG AGAIN!
As it turns out, this air mattress (unbeknownst to us) had one of those blessed [read: accursed] six-hour leaks. My dear wife and child turned in a couple of hours before I did, and I stayed up to tend the fire (which took a long time to go out). By the time I got to it, the six-hour leak was about two hours into its deflation. “Oh crap,” I thought. “Maybe I should blow this back up again? No, it’ll wake the baby.” So I proceeded to climb into the not-so-firm bed…
[Fast forward four hours]
I woke up with the unpleasant sensation of rocks and roots committing horrific crimes against my back and hips. We’re talking, send-Branson-to-the-geriatric-ward sort of crimes. Also, it is still mostly dark by this point, and my body knows that it needs more sleep. The only problem is that it also knows that it can’t possibly get anything vaguely resembling shuteye on this now mostly deflated air mattress.
With a sigh (and no small amount of grumbling on my part), my wife and I got up and embraced the day.
But really, despite that horror story, we had a wonderful time. We just know that we need to figure something different out before we embark upon our next wilderness adventure.
So, all that aside, my wife is starting a new job today with state government and I’ll be staying home with Little Man and trying to figure out a schedule that allows him to stay fed/entertained (aka happy) and me to still get some writing done. We’ll see how that goes.
Until tomorrow, folks!