And we’re off. Crazy as it may sound it was actually easier to leave for a weekend camping trip when the kids were little. Diaper bags, car seats, and baby/toddler paraphernalia seems simpler in hindsight. Maybe the fact that even though I still did most of packing back then, I actually packed what I thought we needed…no more. No less. Diapers, food, clothes, toys. Done.
Now we have not just what I choose but these items for each: hair stuff, lotions, 50,000 changes of clothes, 20 pairs of shoes, misc toiletries x 5, pillows, fans, toys, bikes, fishing poles/baits, food and snacks…..get the growing picture😂? How could packing for adults be more difficult? I would’ve asked this year’s ago with small children in tow. I’m here in this stage of life with adult sized everything hoping I’m packing all the right stuff.
Everyone gets most of their things into the trailer, but now a days each person is also running around doing their adult lives…like working. So fortunately our daughter had time off this time around and she helped with everything the guys could not. There’s a business to run which means they are MIA until about an hour or so before departure. If it weren’t for my girl’s help we wouldn’t be on the road yet. Seriously.
Another huge change over the years has been the addition of extra animals. Back when we lived on the family farm with one dog and a few horses it wasn’t too difficult. The dog came with us and my dad was right around the corner to feed the horses twice a day. What chickens we had were housed in grandmas coup. It was a shared venture then. Most of the hens actually belonged to my grandparents but as they had aged I’d taken over feeding them in trade for some of the eggs. A weekend away just meant they took the chore for a couple days.
Fast forward ten and a half years. Leaving for any extended outing means hiring someone to take on the horses, my chickens, a whole slew of cats and dogs, and Highland cattle. A house sitter is just the easiest way to go, but where to find the poor sucker willing to take it on is a daunting prospect.All of this…for a weekend.
Earlier today I got a phone call. It was dad. “Are you ready?” he asked. After a long pause I said, “this is just stupid.” He is one of the people on this planet that receives my unrestrained honesty at times. He laughed. I tried to recant, but as a farmer he understands all too well what is left behind to ‘enjoy’ a vacation.
I keep repeating in my head ‘it’ll be worth it’. Please Lord, after all of this prep may the waves of Lake Michigan be peaceful, the sunsets lovely, and the evenings crisp for at least one campfire. May there be some rest for the hard workers on this trip and a little adventure for the young man still in his childhood….Because this may not be happening again until next summer.