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camping

Since before E was born, I imagined that he’d be an outdoorsy type; someone who felt at home in nature, sleeping under the stars, exploring in the woods, scanning for wildlife. Our travel together would be to national parks. I can’t remember if this took hold before or after I was pregnant, but it’s been my dream for him. What tiny person wouldn’t be thrilled to explore the great outdoors?

I also imagined that I’d be camping with a baby sooner than I did. It sounded easy and fun since babies don’t move and sleep wherever you put them. When it came down to it, though, it didn’t feel right to take a tiny baby out into the elements, and a trip never materialized.

I finally got it together to plan something for 4th of July weekend, with my friend J and her daughter S. We went to Samuel P. Taylor State Park, a gorgeous place less than an hour from the city with giant redwoods, a calm, meandering river, and steep hikes that take you up to expansive views of Marin County and Tomales Bay. I’ve been there many times on major day-long hikes as well as my 39th birthday.

Since it was my first time going with E, plus since J isn’t an experienced camper, I took it upon myself to plan carefully. I started a google doc days beforehand. We planned meals over text. On the day of, I packed the car to the gills with camping gear, a cooler of ready-to-eat food, and several bags of stuff.

Upon arrival, E wandered around the campsite, thrilled to explore and instantly covered in dusty dirt. It was nearly impossible to set up a tent or really do anything productive given that he was constantly toddling off and I had to redirect him away from potential poison oak, the river, and/or the few cars that drove by. J showed up and it was equally hard with two babies and two adults although at least we could take turns watching the little ones while the other accomplished something. She got so frustrated with her borrowed tent that she asked the couple across the street to help her, which they did, while I kept the kids occupied with bubbles.

At this point, I was pretty proud of how it was going. The tents were up and we had an amazing spread of food. There was no way we’d get out on a hike given how long it took us to set up camp, but we’d go in the morning. I patted myself on the back for not forgetting anything major. (I even commented to J that I was pleased to have prepared so well.)

Well, the black bean burgers would have been better with mustard, which I forgot. Then I realized we didn’t have a corkscrew for the wine, which we were able to borrow from neighbors. THEN I realized that I hadn’t packed the gas to fuel the camping stove, so breakfast of oatmeal and coffee was an impossibility.

Finally, once I was getting ready for bed, it dawned on me: I hadn’t packed anything for myself. I’m actually not exaggerating. I packed comprehensively for E–many, many layers of clothing and extra clothing to account for possible spills or extra cold or wet weather. Toys and books. Diapers and wipes. Etc. I had focused a lot on the food and all the necessary tools for eating.

For myself, I packed a bathing suit (which I didn’t need). I did not pack extra clothes of any kind. I didn’t pack contacts or bring my glasses. I didn’t pack a toothbrush or face wash or even think about a cosmetic bag. I pretty much had the clothes on my back, and that was it. I simply forgot.

It was nothing tragic and did not ruin the trip. But I have to say–hugely eye-opening. At what other time in my life would I forget to pack anything (at all) for me?? It would be impossible. Such a shocking reminder of how mom’s needs go last and sometimes are utterly and completely overlooked!

Thankfully, it was just a reminder and I was not terribly uncomfortable except for the sleeping. I figured E would just share my sleeping bag and Thermarest but he’s gotten big and can sprawl out in his sleep. I lost a lot of Zs making sure he was always on the Thermarest with some sleeping bag over him while I made do with whatever was left (not much). Good thing it wasn’t cold. The kid needs his own sleeping set-up–a second Thermarest and a second sleeping bag. Or whatever you get for someone who’s 25 pounds. We will hook this up for Round 2!

Otherwise, he slept according to his normal routine, and the moms got to roast marshmallows and make perfect s’mores, accompanied by great conversation and red wine. In the morning, he woke up and said, in his own language, “Wait, we’re still here? We’re outside? In the woods?! We’re in a tent! This is awesome!”

We did some hiking, met some kids, checked out the river and some dogs and birds. Now he’s saying “tee” (tree) and “bow” (pronounced like the kind you take after a performance = ball).

And I’ve updated my packing list to include a section for “Mom.”

xo

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6 thoughts on “camping”

    1. It’s interesting that you mention child-friendly sites because there was no indication when I reserved but the site across from us had a steep dropoff to the river and it would have never worked. Our site was thankfully hazard-free. Next time I’ll call to make sure! Love the double sleeping bag. I wonder if they sell toddler ones too. (I like mine!)

  1. Oh yea. I’ve left myself off the list a time or two in the past two years. Funny thing though – I’ve done a lot of camping and backpacking and I always just bring the outfit I’m wearing. It has always worked really well for me. Not winning any beauty contests but that’s no matter! I also never bring a stove. I eat only ready to eat stuff. I guess I’m a minimalist or something. Totally feel you on needing two sleeping pads and bags though! My child likes to sleep perpendicular to me so one bag doooooeeesss not work.

    I’ve been lusting after this backpack http://amzn.to/1frQvWG for a while. Though sadly I think it’s almost too late for us given my toddler’s size. Anyway! I loved this post and hope to read about your next camping adventure soon!

    Oh! P.S. Have you heard about Oakland’s Feather River camp? It’s car camping, with infrastructure, with meals, with arts and crafts and with the gorgeous great outdoors. Sliding scale/scholarships are available, too. I bet San Francisco has a camp as well… But everyone is welcome at Oakland’s camp!

    1. I will check out the Feather River camp, thanks for the tip! I have an earlier version of the Kelty pack (hand me down) and wow on amazon it says it’ll go up to 50 pounds! Sounds like a lot of work but they are very adjustable.

      1. Oh wow! 50 lbs! The pack I’ve been in love with only goes to 40 lbs. Though to be honest the limiting factor is my back. I can only comfortably backpack with up to 35 lbs total. Even I’m not minimalist enough to make that happen. So this toddler is walking! 😉

        I think Feather River Camp is a single parent’s dream. Beautiful location, friendly families, and a “Tot Lot” you can drop your child off in from 9am-noon everyday where they will play and craft to their hearts content. And mom can go back to bed, eat a slow breakfast, spend the morning on the river or take her own craft class. It’s truly lovely.

  2. I love this post. We are now 5.5 years into backpacking with a little one and we’ve got our system down! Come over for dinner soon and I’ll hit you up with some good tips. Congratulations on your first trip!! xoxo

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