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Hell on Earth

By Tony Hicks
Saturday, September 15th, 2007 at 8:52 am in Uncategorized.

I didn’t wake up on the ground this morning.

For this I am thankful.

When some friends couldn’t go at the last minute, it gave me the perfect excuse to cancel a camping trip to Big Sur. I’m not sure what I was thinking when I booked it earlier this summer. But I know what I was thinking last week.

Camping, which used to be one of my favorite things, has become hell on earth.

I remembered the last semi-annual camping trip to Big Sur prompted me, on the way home, to swear I’d never do it again. I remember exactly where we were when I took the blood oath – which isn’t easy when you’re behind the wheel of an SUV. At the time, I felt like I’d been repeatedly hit with a large stick. The beach we usually go to requires a mile-long hike from the parking lot – which was fine when we were carrying a cooler and not complaining children. I was tired. I was sore. I had loud children in the car. I had a migraine. I had homicidal thoughts.

Camping was a wonderful thing, back in the days when we could just grab a couple cases of cheap beer, a box of Crunch Berries, the tent, and go. Not anymore. Too may aches and pains and work and children. That’s who you do it for when you’re 40 – your kids. Which is probably why I’ll continue camping. But I won’t like it.

Nor will I like having two loud 5-year-olds in the car on the road to Santa Cruz today. But at least I’ll sleep in a motel tonight. And not on the floor.

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One Response to “Hell on Earth”

  1. Joe Says:

    I totally feel your pain, both figuratively and literally. I have great memories of camping as a kid, particularly because the grown-ups did all the “work”. But at 42 I really don’t want to bother. Makes me wonder why I was so quick to jump at the chance to go to Sunset Beach next month