Worst Camping Trip Ever. Chapter 5
byWe set up camp at our new, far less green, campsite. On dirt, in fact.
We set up camp at our new, far less green, campsite. On dirt, in fact.
Stepping out of the tent, I answered the call of nature at the conveniently close toilet block. As I washed my hands, two boys came in. My heart sank as I realized one of them was Bruiser.
As it turns out, Easter is also the busiest time of the year to go camping.
It turns out Easter is the busiest time of the year to go driving.
I knew we were in trouble the moment Dad arrived home with the new tent.
Long trips in the car give dads like me ample opportunity to mess with our kids…
This has been our best trip to Brisbane. Ever.
And I’ll tell you why…
It seems we all have our ‘the time I fell down’ story. Which is great, because I don’t feel so singled out.
“I understand how you feel,” my lovely cousin, Donna, sympathized with me last night when the topic turned to my recent fall.
When I was at school I was an athlete. Seriously. I rowed. I played football. I ran – everywhere! I’d finish a lap of the oval so far ahead of my team mates my coach would make me do it again.
So what is going on with me lately?