... or try to go.
Last week I mentioned to you that over the course of last weekend I'd be crossing the canoeing and camping portion of my 30/30 list off. Well because the canoe rental joint in Brule, Wisconsin is ungodly popular they were out of boats. In a larger tourist area I would have reserved one ahead of time, but I figured not many people chose Brule as a vacation destination. What with it's seedy looking hotel (singular), random bars (plural) and few things other than that on the one road through town. But obviously I'm an idiot and underestimate people's desire to do things in the wilderness.
Since canoeing was no longer an option, it didn't really make sense to drive to Brule only to sit in the woods with only Matt for more than 24 hours. Together. I think it's safe to say only one of us would have made it out and my money would be on myself since hey- I can run now! (And I fight dirty, so I automatically get more points.)
A really terrible plan B was to pick our kids up early and camp with them in our yard. Laugh all you want, but we get wildlife in our yard. My garbage can has evidence that a bear bitch slapped it so you just shut up. It's kind of like nature. And we have a tent, sleeping bags, AND we were under a tree. It counts.
And then because I'm an awesome parent, I let my kids try sparklers again. We only did this once when Olivia was three who totally burned herself and has reminded us ever since. But she was totally interested this time.
Overall it went OK. I couldn't sleep with shit because a twin size sleeping bag is not do-able for me. I had to unzip it I just couldn't be crammed up like that. Then I was too cold. Then the ground was too hard. My back was killing me. Around 2 am I really wanted to go inside but I didn't.
Did I encounter wildlife? Why as a matter of fact, I did. At some point I could see a couple of deer coming through my yard. Like idiots, we put the tent under the apple tree and the deer raid our yard for apples all of the time. So here were deer having a buffet near us. Then one came super close to the tent and basically sniffed right next to my head. I had visions of being kicked in the head, but I wasn't. Then a little while later as Jackson is thrashing and talking in his sleep I smell it. A god damn skunk. We get skunks a LOT near our house and almost every morning the yard smells like a skunk died. So I'm thinking, "Oh shit- please do not get freaked out and spray the tent" because hello- that would totally gas us. So I saw it do it's stupid skunk wiggle walk through the yard not even two feet from the tent but he didn't appear to care that Jackson was thrashing like a wild man causing the entire tent to shake. And then right before the kids got up, a bunch of bunnies hopped next to my head. Because by this point, I got pushed to the far corner of the tent and had water dripping on me from the zippered window thingie.
Overall, I was proud of myself for not being a baby and going into the house halfway through. But I am determined to canoe yet before winter. It's pretty much fall at this point here, you can tell that summer is officially over with the temperatures.. so the water is going to be cold. There's no doubt about that. But in September Matt and I are going on a couples camping/canoeing trip with some friends. They are going to kayak while we canoe since we all know Matt and I can't kayak together. Every time I think back to that horrendous trip I think that if nothing else, the rest of the people on that trip have a great story about a really incapatible couple that they once kayaked with. Just another little service I provide.