Lessons from a Tent
It's been many years since I've tent camped. Many. As in nearly 30. And Jack the dog has never camped, at least not in a tent with a human bean.
Car support had never tent camped at all and while she had her own tent, she pitched it quite close to mine which may have been okay if she didn't SNORE so darn loud! Jack the dog was certain that each snore was a wild animal creeping up on us and needed to alert me, as well as the entire campground, that attack was imminent. We were in mortal danger. This with each and every one of the snorer's breaths/snores!
So that was interesting.
Then came our night neighbors, the raccoons. Since I hadn't camped for quite some time, I had forgotten about the put-all-foodstuffs-away rule. Leftover shrimp became, much to the delight of the raccoons, their dinner entree. This on night 1.
On night 2 (have I mentioned I've had a stroke) the poor creatures had to lower themselves to filling up on ALL of Jack's dog food, ripping a dry sack in the process.
By night 3, they had to plunder and pillage our fellow campers, yet still their in-fighting and yells of frustration caused Jack the dog to send up the alarm.
Yea...green horns camping...what fun :-)
PS. actually it really was. I look forward to many more nights in the woods.
Car support had never tent camped at all and while she had her own tent, she pitched it quite close to mine which may have been okay if she didn't SNORE so darn loud! Jack the dog was certain that each snore was a wild animal creeping up on us and needed to alert me, as well as the entire campground, that attack was imminent. We were in mortal danger. This with each and every one of the snorer's breaths/snores!
So that was interesting.
Then came our night neighbors, the raccoons. Since I hadn't camped for quite some time, I had forgotten about the put-all-foodstuffs-away rule. Leftover shrimp became, much to the delight of the raccoons, their dinner entree. This on night 1.
On night 2 (have I mentioned I've had a stroke) the poor creatures had to lower themselves to filling up on ALL of Jack's dog food, ripping a dry sack in the process.
By night 3, they had to plunder and pillage our fellow campers, yet still their in-fighting and yells of frustration caused Jack the dog to send up the alarm.
Yea...green horns camping...what fun :-)
PS. actually it really was. I look forward to many more nights in the woods.
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