We arrived promptly at six in the evening in separate cars (should I need to take the baby home) - radio flyer and cooler loaded to the brim - to construct our abode for the night. By some miracle, we got the tent assembled without a hitch, and in only about ten minutes. The moment I stood back to marvel over our handy work (I totally expected for us to be the family that couldn't get their tent up without professional assistance) a tremendous clap of thunder boomed over head. Seriously!?!? I literally checked the weather as we were walking out the door and rejoiced in the ZERO percent chance of rain. We had enough time to throw all of our belongings into the tent (suddenly it made sense why everyone else brought their gear in large plastic tubs rather than Vera Bradley totes) before the downpour.
Next up, the littles decked themselves out with flashlights and Mason jars for a twilight hike around Kingfisher Pond. We stopped every so often at little benches overlooking the pond for educational presentations consisting of things I couldn't have thought up in my wildest dreams... smelling coyote urine, touching dead possum skin and listening to the flapping wings on a vulture compared to those on an owl.
Parents started gathering up their charges to tuck them in around ten thirty. Our tent was overflowing with air mattresses, sleeping bags and sweaty, stinky, gas-passing, grunting boys. The whole lot of 'em. I was so, SO, SOOO tempted to hop in my car and beeline for my bed. But, I stuck it out doing the kind of quasi-sleep where you are essentially laying still with your eyes closed yet still ready to spring to life at any moment. It was a loooong night for the girl that generally has thread count requirements and mists her pillow with a lavender spritz before turning in each night. When the PCP awoke this morning and asked if I loved sleeping in the tent as much as he did, I mustered the biggest smile possible to proclaim that "of course I did" and promised to do it again before Kindergarten (which is how we measure the passage of time these days.)