Memorial Day Camp out with the kids brought on many family memories of previous camp outs.
It turned off chilly at night and we were laughing none of us had brought blankets for nighttime. I said, "This reminds me of when I forgot to bring jackets when we camped out it Denver." 'No,' said the daughter, 'I remember that you took them out of the van after Dad had us put them in, saying "We won't need these." Oh, all right, it was my stupidity that nearly gave us all pneumonia in July and the Hero is still the Hero. You just can't rewrite history in this family.
Back to the story. The Hero had planned a great trip for us through Colorado to Utah. We were going to visit Leadville, because all of the family loved the movie "The Unsinkable Molly Brown". His first words as we were packing were, "Make sure there are blankets and jackets." I was rolling my eyes saying, "It is 100 degrees, I really don't think we will need those. They take up too much room." The kids dutifully brought down their jackets and stuffed them in the back. When I was trying to organize the back of the van, they were just too bulky, so... Yep, I removed them quietly and took them back to the closets.
We arrived in Colorado in the late afternoon somewhere off Hwy 24 at a camping ground. It was beautiful, a stream nearby. I don't remember where exactly just the general location. This looks like the approximate area.
Everyone was busy setting up the tent, and the fire for cooking. Then the sun started setting, it was getting very cool. Dare I say more that a bit chilly. Oh yes... The Hero (this is the man who donned his red parka when the temperature dipped to 70 degrees in Texas) began looking for the jackets. He searched, called the children to him to inquire if they had brought the jackets as told. I had a flash back and sheepishly came forward saying. "I took them out at home for more room." It was a good thing that the Hero did not have the powers of Zeus, because I probably would have been struck by lightening and they would have warmed their hands over the coals. Oh my. He never let me live that one down. "Don't forget to pack jackets like you did..."
Needless to say we all snuggled and crowded together that evening. The next day, jackets were purchased. Good thing he loved me...
It turned off chilly at night and we were laughing none of us had brought blankets for nighttime. I said, "This reminds me of when I forgot to bring jackets when we camped out it Denver." 'No,' said the daughter, 'I remember that you took them out of the van after Dad had us put them in, saying "We won't need these." Oh, all right, it was my stupidity that nearly gave us all pneumonia in July and the Hero is still the Hero. You just can't rewrite history in this family.
Back to the story. The Hero had planned a great trip for us through Colorado to Utah. We were going to visit Leadville, because all of the family loved the movie "The Unsinkable Molly Brown". His first words as we were packing were, "Make sure there are blankets and jackets." I was rolling my eyes saying, "It is 100 degrees, I really don't think we will need those. They take up too much room." The kids dutifully brought down their jackets and stuffed them in the back. When I was trying to organize the back of the van, they were just too bulky, so... Yep, I removed them quietly and took them back to the closets.
We arrived in Colorado in the late afternoon somewhere off Hwy 24 at a camping ground. It was beautiful, a stream nearby. I don't remember where exactly just the general location. This looks like the approximate area.
The moral of the story is... Listen to someone who knows about the climate you are going to.
Heh, heh ... sounds like something I might have done myself ... once. Now I always listen to my husband the Boy Scout/camping guy.
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