We took our first camping trip as a couple this weekend. As you can see, we started off pretty well. Despite the CRAZY HEAT (Southern Ohio, why do you HATE EVERYONE?!?!), we were able to find a campsite with lots of shade, set up a tent, explore our surroundings, and even start a fire for what would have been a tasty dinner.

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Then, for the first time in probably a month, it rained. We ended up eating (just a little bit soggy) baked potatoes in the car. We figured it was just a summer storm passing through, so we waited in the car thinking for sure we would get a second shot at cooking the rest of our dinner.

Nope.

It. Rained. All. Night.

The blow-up mattress (thank goodness we had that) ended up serving as a very hot, sticky, and slightly rain-water-y island for what little sleep we could get. We mostly pretended to sleep. Highlights of the night include me getting up to go to the bathroom and then refusing to go back in the tent . . .

S: I can’t go back in there. It’s too hot. I can’t breathe.
B: Well, are you going to sleep in the car?
S: No.
B: Are you going to sleep out here?
S: It’s raining!
B: . . . )

And then there was the case of Bob’s missing glasses slash wedding ring. We were both pretty sure we lost them both for most of the night. Long story short – he misplaced them, I was sure someone snuck into our tent and stole them when we to the bathroom at 2 am.

B: I just really don’t think that someone would hide all night in the woods in the rain waiting for us to go to the bathroom so they could steal my glasses.
S: Well, we can’t find them. What else could have happened?

I found them right outside our tent in the morning.

Why do I love camping?

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