I just agreed to go camping.
No, I am not a princess. I am also not a camping neophyte. I grew up in British Columbia and I grew up camping. Real camping. From an early age. At the lake and in the woods and yes, there were probably bears.
I did a small amount of camping partying in my 20s in Penticton, BC at the lake. Basically, we slept in a tent, ate in restaurants and hit the clubs. Does that count ?
In my early 30s, I think I camped twice. Both times were fun, but it just wasn’t fun enough to keep me interested.
But now, I have kids. Kids who think it would be fun to sleep in a tent. And I have agreed to camp at some point this summer. My husband is keen. So keen in fact, that he just went to the garage to check out our camping box. I am surprised he even remembered we had a camping box as details are just not his thing.
I don’t like bears, so I have agreed to camp where there won’t be any. I know bears are a part of life here in Southwestern BC. I also know they don’t really bother people. We go to Whistler and stay in a hotel every summer and I am always on the look out for bears. I know they are there. Watching us from the trees as we cycle the amazing bike paths.
That said, I just don’t want to camp with them right now. I don’t want to worry about putting the garbage, food scraps, coolers, etc in the car every night.
So for now, I have agreed to camp on the Gulf Islands. The Gulf Islands are beautiful! I think it will be fun. I really do!
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