Don Barzini
Assistant Pro
I don’t consider myself “a camper”. Apart from a single weekend with cubs, I never did it as a kid. Would have been my parents idea of hell.
Now I’m the parent with three young kids. Prior to right now as I write, we’d been on one “glamping” trip (stayed in a ready made shed/shack). And one proper camping weekend (pitched our own tent on a campsite). Each time we went, we went with two other families of experienced campers who had all the gear and knew what they were doing. And, crucially, we had great weather each time.
I’m currently sat on a campsite in Wales. Again we’ve come camping with other families and arrived yesterday evening. Around five minutes before we arrived, the heavens opened and it peed it down. Torrential rain and howling winds did not stop until around 6am this morning. I pitched my tent in driving rain and became soaked to my skin within a matter of minutes. I thought I would never get dry again.
No matter what we tried, what action we took, we could not stop the inevitable. Literally everything got bloody soaking wet. As I lay in my sleeping bag last night unable to sleep due to worrying my tent would take off, I vowed never to camp again!
Today the sun has come out. With the help of the campsite tumble dryer, we’re sort of back to a position of having dry stuff. I’m currently sat with a beer while the kids are off playing with their friends. And it’s ok.
But by God, last night I was ready to get up and drive home! But for the fact that we were with other people, I would have happily left!
So how about you? If you’re a camping lover, can you really enjoy a night like I’ve just described?! If so, how?! How is getting soaked to the bones at the mercy of the elements an enjoyable or relaxing break/holiday?! Why do we do it?!?!
Now I’m the parent with three young kids. Prior to right now as I write, we’d been on one “glamping” trip (stayed in a ready made shed/shack). And one proper camping weekend (pitched our own tent on a campsite). Each time we went, we went with two other families of experienced campers who had all the gear and knew what they were doing. And, crucially, we had great weather each time.
I’m currently sat on a campsite in Wales. Again we’ve come camping with other families and arrived yesterday evening. Around five minutes before we arrived, the heavens opened and it peed it down. Torrential rain and howling winds did not stop until around 6am this morning. I pitched my tent in driving rain and became soaked to my skin within a matter of minutes. I thought I would never get dry again.
No matter what we tried, what action we took, we could not stop the inevitable. Literally everything got bloody soaking wet. As I lay in my sleeping bag last night unable to sleep due to worrying my tent would take off, I vowed never to camp again!
Today the sun has come out. With the help of the campsite tumble dryer, we’re sort of back to a position of having dry stuff. I’m currently sat with a beer while the kids are off playing with their friends. And it’s ok.
But by God, last night I was ready to get up and drive home! But for the fact that we were with other people, I would have happily left!
So how about you? If you’re a camping lover, can you really enjoy a night like I’ve just described?! If so, how?! How is getting soaked to the bones at the mercy of the elements an enjoyable or relaxing break/holiday?! Why do we do it?!?!