Memorial Day weekend, Jordan took me camping for the very first time. I mean, the first time in my life. 24 years on this earth and not a night spent in a tent but let me tell y’all… I loved it.
He seems to be well versed in this culture so I let him do his thing and sat back and admired him. I really am married to a passionate human.
Our set up! We have a three person tent that was really only big enough for two (he says they’re all made that way) with the eno strung up and a fire pit nearby. It’s not much but it was so exciting. He got us some self inflating sleeping pads and we took blankets to make a big fluffy pallet.
But we forgot pillows.
Word to my friends, go back for your pillows.
We got everything set up, chairs out, firewood in the pit. We made an afternoon snack and everything was quiet and relaxing.
Then it began raining.
So we had to pack everything back up quickly and get it under the rain cover. Not going to lie, laying in a tent with your husband, feeling the breeze from a summer rain is probably the greatest feeling on this earth.
Later that night we made hotdogs over our fire and ate smores while reading early American ghost stories to each other. I had an amazing time and I can’t wait to get back out there.