Rory's birthday coincidently fell on a work-free weekend, so we decided to take a
dvantage of it by going on a romantic getaway. Now, when we combine 'romantic getaway' and 'student budget', the only logical possibility is camping. I know many of you are thinking, camping, romantic? Let me give you a little background on the kind of I did growing up. We would travel about 3 hours north of Chicago to Durand, Illinois, population 25. Once we arrived we would set up our avocado green pop-up trailer and head into downtown Durand to the only restaurant (besides that one sandwich joint with the "our water has an excessive amount of nitrogen in it and will damage your body" warnings posted. yah, we don't go there anymore.) and devour 5-6 taco pizzas. Then we return to the campsite, eat s'
mores, and spend the rest of the week at the beach and eating out. (Susan, you probably now understand why I like camping.) I think that sufficiently explains why I would equate camping with romantic. We decided to head up Provo Canyon and camp at Big Springs Park because I am so dang city-fied and terrified of being eaten by a bear. We set up our tent and were building a fire ring, when suddenly a woodland creature appeared. This wasn't just any woodland creature, this was a 4 year old human, and after discovering our s
weet set-up she decided to find every single child attending her family reunion and bring them to our campsite. They were all adorable and all wanted to help build the fire pit and the fire, but it's pretty tricky to keep track of 10 kids under the age of 4, especially when there is a creek, a fire, and a ravine nearby. After about an hour and a half, their parents must have realized, 'hmm this is a relatively dangerous place and I don't know where my children are.' and they came and retrieved them. Needless to say, we did have a great time and I had my first taste of real camping. I think I prefer the beach:)
dvantage of it by going on a romantic getaway. Now, when we combine 'romantic getaway' and 'student budget', the only logical possibility is camping. I know many of you are thinking, camping, romantic? Let me give you a little background on the kind of I did growing up. We would travel about 3 hours north of Chicago to Durand, Illinois, population 25. Once we arrived we would set up our avocado green pop-up trailer and head into downtown Durand to the only restaurant (besides that one sandwich joint with the "our water has an excessive amount of nitrogen in it and will damage your body" warnings posted. yah, we don't go there anymore.) and devour 5-6 taco pizzas. Then we return to the campsite, eat s'
mores, and spend the rest of the week at the beach and eating out. (Susan, you probably now understand why I like camping.) I think that sufficiently explains why I would equate camping with romantic. We decided to head up Provo Canyon and camp at Big Springs Park because I am so dang city-fied and terrified of being eaten by a bear. We set up our tent and were building a fire ring, when suddenly a woodland creature appeared. This wasn't just any woodland creature, this was a 4 year old human, and after discovering our s
weet set-up she decided to find every single child attending her family reunion and bring them to our campsite. They were all adorable and all wanted to help build the fire pit and the fire, but it's pretty tricky to keep track of 10 kids under the age of 4, especially when there is a creek, a fire, and a ravine nearby. After about an hour and a half, their parents must have realized, 'hmm this is a relatively dangerous place and I don't know where my children are.' and they came and retrieved them. Needless to say, we did have a great time and I had my first taste of real camping. I think I prefer the beach:)p.s. If anyone else out there is terrified of being eaten by a bear, take a hint from Becky Harvey, if a bear attacks just jump on its back and start cussing
