Lost in the woods again-- well almost
As many of you know I have been attempting to learn Spanish , work, blog and study for the GRE while raising my children. These little endeavors add up to one thing: guilt. Yes, there is never enough time to watch my 7-year-old jump off the diving board and feign drowning in the deep end, and so, I have taken to camping.
Last week, I thought it would be cool to camp on the coast. It’s 108 here and I’m melting like the wicked witch running through the sprinklers. But alas the coast is not clear. There are no openings. Apparently our state and national parks are like fine dining establishments and require such things as reservations, which incidentally cost more than if you just showed up at the gate and handed the wide brimmed hat your checkbook. Priority seating? Priority camping? You see the world really is a stage.
And so I thought I’d stay close to my hubby’s prison camp (fire station). I called and asked for the camp in Cassel, paid my $50 for my two nights of on the ground comfort and started packing. It was an ordeal. I have a tiny Turbo charged Subaru Legacy, so sacrifices had to be made. Easy enough? It's hotter than Billy Be Damned with no clouds in site- chuck all the tarps and the rain cover. I’ve got charcoal. Who needs a camp stove? Lantern? The kids all want their own flashlights, so why take up the space?
Somehow I would get it all into my car. I kicked, sat on and squished all the air out of every sleeping bag and article of clothing. I shoved the ice chest onto the front passenger’s seat not a taking a moment to gauge the clearance of the ice chest handles before slamming the door-- Viola! I just earned a knick in my brand new upholstery! Note to self: get car detailed before hubbers comes home.
And then, I had an epiphany. Heavens gates parted and gave me a brain. Wouldn’t it would be a good idea to get directions before I go? Let’s not get lost in the woods. This was the first smart thing I did the whole weekend because it turns out there is a park in the town of Cassel and there is also a Castle Crags Park. You guessed it I was registered at Castle Crags.
Now Castle Crags was a beautiful park full of Sugar Pines, hiking trails and these gigantic castle-like rocks that had been formed by glaciers or were some sort of glacier-- any geologists here?
Upon arriving at campsite 46, you know the one closest to the bathroom, I was properly introduced to the camp host, a horde of mosquitoes who mistakenly thought they were invited to dinner. And like a good hostess I dosed them with a fine mist of perfume to cool them off from the heat. I was now free to set up the Taj Mahal of tents and to warn my daughters not to litter or the bears would get them.
Attention mothers trying to wean their kids from sippy cups or babas: go camping and tell them they can’t have their baba because the bears will get them or steal it. I’m telling you it works like a charm. Every time we drive by this one park, my 4-year-old says “that’s where the bear stole my baba.” She wasn’t even 2 when the even happened, but it is still wedged in her brain.
And so with a few prayers and a few unlady-like words, I got the tent mostly upright when realized I had tossed the hammer out to make room for the toothbrushes and deodorant.
I asked happy camper #48 if I could borrow his. In the back of my mind, I hoped chivalry still existed and that he’d make my tent have square corners instead of the A-frame/U-frame/Picasso look . Instead he handed me the hammer and said “cool tent.”
An hour later, I returned it and he looked at my how the heck is it still upright tent and said, “You can keep it longer if you need it.”
That night, we slept in our tent with its amazing skylights and awoke the next day to gray skies and thunder. Frantically I asked the kids to grab all their belongings and throw them in the trunk. Unfortunately, I forgot my kids don’t speak English, so I was the only one doing anything. They just asked for breakfast.
And like the well-trained mother I am I made them blueberry pancakes and hot chocolate over the fire-- though I’ll admit it took me three hours because I didn’t have enough charcoal and had to forage through the forest for wood and pine cones to keep my fire hot.
Off to the hardware store we went for a trap, hammer, camp stove and lantern. A hundred dollars later, I returned to sunny skies and no rain.
All in all it was a fantastic vacation. We visited waterfalls and hiked. I made these terrific hamburgers and grilled vegetables no one would eat. And then the surprise of all surprises.
Just as I cursed under my breath because I was too tired and crazy to camp with three small children, I heard a familiar hum. It was a car-- a faintly sick car with a bad transmission. But it couldn’t be--
Oh but it was. There he stood 25 pounds lighter than two months ago, and in his hands was a bouquet of sunflowers picked from a roadside and three peacock feathers (one for each girl). He had just 24 hours, but I didn’t care. Even with a gaunt, tired face his was the only one worth seeing that night.
He found me.
16 Comments:
You are the worlds best mom, so cool. I always get lost on road trips. Love the blueberry pancakes over the fire. You are very brave to do this kind of trip alone with your kiddies.
I'm starting to think I'm off my rocker. I'm staying home this weekend. I just have to keep the kids out of my house or I'll go nuts. I'm tired of playing make believe. I'm tired of the endless arguements, pinching and whining. What shall I do this weekend to escape this insanity?
I have no idea, but I am tired of camping. I was even bored writing the post-- which is weird because it was such a cool trip. Maybe it's because I wrote it at O'dark thrity in the morning. I'll take a weekend off and get some much needed sleep-- then maybe I'll try for the coast again. Maybe I'll get a hotel.
I'm marking you on my favorites... what a fun read.
I admire that you just DID it, too.
And what a romantic end to the dusty trail. A kiss from te firefighter
"Firemen are always in heat" ---
(that is a Pamism....) because I am married to a retired firefigter and I made that up 'specially for him. (Yeah.. when we were young he was HOT)
Now he's a hot toddy. (:'
So cool - the best part was your husband showing up with flowers....ahhh.
Tu estas muy ocupado! Donde esta mi desayuno? Por que estoy escribiendo in Espanol? Me entiendes? Tu esposo es muy romantico, no?
Pamela-- Thank you. It is nice to hear from someone who has been there done that-- how do we do it? How do they do it?-- work so much.
I love your Pamism-- very funny. I'll have to steal it (hahaha)
karmyn-- That was my favorite part too-- and then he cooked dinner the next day. I didn't have to (yeah!) But he did leave before it was time to tear down the tent and squish it all back into my car (oy!). Taking it down and dealing with the kids is a whole story in itself. My oldest had an absolute fit when I laid the sunflowers under a tree and prepared to leave them behind. Maybe I'll write that drama on another day.
babaloo-- Si, estoy muy occupado, peron me gustan acampar con mis hijas entonces voy a montanas y juego con ellos. Mi esposo es muy romantica y guapo. Afortunamente, lo descubri antes de otras mujeres.
No escribo en espanol porque no pienso mucho y me cometo muchos errores. Escribo para peridoico espanol, pero la editora edita mis escritos.
Nicole-- I'm taking a break. i am so tired.
Tu piensas more than me. Do you really write for a spanish publication? That is so fabulosa!
Babaloo- My Spanish teacher just hired me as a columnist for her paper "Sabias que?" It only comes out once a month so I have a whole month to pick at my column.
My first column comes out in August. Incidently, if you went looking for my column in the Post, it was lost in cyberspace while I was on vacation. I got into a hotbed of trouble. ANyway,last week's column will be published this Saturday.
What a lovely story - camping's great, but hard work :) Loved the romantic ending.
Enjpy your break!
How sweet and romantic that he showed up with flowers and made dinner! Just lovely.
I think it's awesome that you take your kids camping, but I'd be takin' a break, too. :-)
..it's a bird..it's a plane..it's..SUPERMAMA!! (again)
like I said, you're on my list of role-models-to-be-like-when-i have-cutie-pies-running-around-stir-crazy..
How awesome that you had the strength to even dream of a getaway with three active kids, planned, packed and prodded your way out there and bravely kept it all together till your superman came back..that takes guts. major.
Thanks for being such an insanely great inspiration :)
pugelogic--thanks. I will enjoy it
kigogal-- the flowers did make it sweet and it was so unexpected. Of course as soon as he showed up with the peacock feathers, I was yesterday's meatloaf to the girls, but that is OK. This memory is definitely a keeper.
In case anyone is wondering how he found out which campsite I was at, he called and asked. I just thought he was curious because-- well california is burning up. But it was his 24 hours rest period (during a fire, firefighters work 24 hours on the line and then get to sleep for 24 hours)and he got permission to visit (this was unusual)
flor-- I am honored to be super woman. What a compliment!
Now are you really coming out because if you are, I want to meet you
Firefighters have to know how to cook - in the kitchen
Now that there are women firefighters as well, I wonder how their husbands deal with it, too.
So how do ya deal? One day, one prayer at a time. And now an old helmet hanging on the wall with a hole burned in the top to remind you how precious he is.
I look for his helmet every time a fire is on TV or whenever I happen to drive by a fire. I say a little prayer each day for his safety-- and I just have faith.
Other than that I am basically a married single mom when he is gone-- which basically means I'm completely nuts and never sleep. but when he comes home-- the adjustment can be very difficult because he hasn't been around children for so long.
But he is sensitive. He sends me letters and little gifts when he is out of county (of course now his station is three and a half hours away, so he is essentially always out of county). And he stops to pick me flowers at least once a month.
He is a keeper, but her doesn't like me working-- that is the only problem. He wants me to always be home with the kids, which I can understand. But dear me, sometimes I go nuts without adult conversation.SOmetimes I miss him and it makes me so lonely I get angry and bitter.
What about you?
bon- you in touch with other 'firefighter moms' that are in similar sitchs?
im sure there's some sort of 'community' for good conversations, support, playdates, (camping trips) etc..no?
Flor-- I don't know if there is such a group-- Sometimes I get together with a couple of the wives, but we all live so far apart that it is difficult.
That is a good idea though. Maybe I'll write about it in my column and see if I get a response.
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