The most memorable camping trip we had was to the Badlands in South Dakota. The Badlands themselves are amazing and one of my favorite places to visit but that's not what made that trip so memorable. One of the first things my mother did when we arrived was find a paper sack to throw up in. Then my Dad broke one of his front teeth eating an apple. It's a really good thing we weren't around people we knew or that probably would have scarred me for life.
Then we camped. In the rain, lots of rain. The only way to cook dinner was somewhere with a roof so we ate fondue in the women's restroom. Then we slept in our mostly waterproof tents to the sound of non stop rain. There was more to the trip than that and we probably actually did some sight seeing somewhere in there but that's not what made the trip so memorable.
Since then (especially while raising rambunctious boys) I find myself getting through the not so fun times by telling myself how great it's going to be to tell and retell this story. Life would be quite boring if everything went smoothly.
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