Weekend Plans

Tomorrow we’re heading out for some camping fun. With real tents and stuff too! It seems to me that an awfully high percentage of people “RV” these days, rather than old school tent-camping. Don’t get me wrong, RV’s somehow fascinate me and I harbor a secret (not anymore I guess) fantasy of one day RV-ing across America in a lovely new medium-sized rig. (Medium-sized so I can actually maneuver the thing.) Mr X and I often find ourselves sizing up the endless parade of RV’s and campers in the beach campsites near our house. We discuss the pros and cons of the various models we pass on our frequent walks. BUT I still think good old fashioned camping is always an adventure. (So long as no small children are present….I’ve heard that’s pure torture.) We’re planning on doing some hikes in the area and some mountain biking as well and we may even bring along our telescope just for fun. We hit up the library this past weekend to get some new reading material so we would have plenty of fresh stories to relax with in the evenings at our campsite.

The only thing that concerns me is scaring Mr X near-to-death at night: I experience some sort of night terrors ONLY when camping, it seems. My parents have told me I even did it on camping trips as a child. I have no idea why this happens. The good news is that I don’t actually wake up frightened or scared – I usually don’t even remember what I was dreaming about. In fact, if Mr X wasn’t with me I’m fairly certain I would sleep through my own screams. But of course it’s a frightening way for Mr X to be roused from his slumber, as you can imagine, and so his freaked out response always wakes ME up. Normally I find this whole situation extremely humorous once I realize what has just taken place and fits of laughter ensue from both of us (once Mr X has calmed down, of course). The problem is that this time we’re actually going to a campground so there will be fellow campers scattered about within earshot and I don’t particularly want my blood-curdling screams to wake them up. How embarrassing that would be….especially if they came over to see if we were all right or to complain about the noise.