" Let's go camping" "It'll be fun" And it really was. The End. Just kidding. That would've been the quickest and shortest post possibly in the history of blogging. But it does give you premise to how part of the conversation initally started. I am not a camper. To repeat, not a camper. My idea of camping is in a caravan, at a caravan park with running water, toilets and showers. The idea of doing the whole bush thing, squatting to do poos and wee's freaks me out. But, I am and yes person to experiences so when the opportunity arose - there was a firm "yes" from me, despite my hesitation. We went for two nights and three days. I packed supplies enough for us to be stuck in the wild for two months.... I literally brought with us {including the entire house!} 17 cans of spaghetti and baked beans! There was going to be no shortage of sustenance or farting! I still pinch myself to the beauty of the area that I live in. B
TRYING TO FIND THE BLISS IN THE MAYHEM OF EVERYDAY