This weekend, Seth and I are going camping with 13 of our friends. We are very excited, especially because we haven't seen some of them since our wedding or their weddings in 2007! Because I knew so far in advance, and because we decided to camp during a month in which the constant "showers" bring May flowers (no, not the pilgrims, dad Ran), I was determined to be prepared and camp in what some would call luxury rather than "roughing it."
I precisely measured our tent, and then measured a queen bed. Exact measurements, which means we're off to a good start. My
plan was to take our nice double high queen air mattress so that I would be comfortable and warm. So, I (supervising Seth) set up the tent in the basement to test my novel idea. I put the air mattress in and inflated it. I came back 5 minutes later and the top of the air mattress was about 8 inches from the top of the tent. Because we have a backpacking type tent, they are apparently not made for air mattresses. Hmm, Seth says I'm out of my mind and he will not horizontally slide into the tent.
Plan fail.Fine, I thought. I still have a space heater with a battery-operated option. If I can't have an air mattress, the heater will do the trick. I never intended to have it on all night; my
plan was to have it in the tent for the 10-15 minutes before I went to bed so that it would be toasty warm, I'd fall asleep, and voila! I'd never even know it was cold all night because I'd be sleeping. So once I deflated the tent-sized air mattress, I began to work on the space heater. I figured I better get the batteries in it and test it out before the trip. I turn it over to open the battery compartment and THERE IS NO BATTERY COMPARTMENT! What?!?! Turns out that battery compartment-looking thing is just the cover to the wires.
Plan fail.
So then I go on an all out warmth-finding mission.
I'll need blankets, a down sleeping bag, ear muffs. Seth so graciously offered me his 1/2 inch thermarest. Personally, I'd rather slide into the tent horizontally, but the thermarest is a start.
I'll need long johns, sweatpants, and double socks.
Gloves, scarves, and old blankets.
Or, I can look at the forecast and see that it says sunny and 70.
Here's to another camping trip with friends (and without Bentley, who I so graciously will ship off to my 8 month pregnant-with-twins sister who has two puppies of her own)!