In our thirties, when the children arrive in the scene, camping trips are less fun, for parents of course! Just the fact of organizing and setting up the expedition itself requires an adrenaline rush all week after our working days, so that everyone is ready to take off at the end of the day on Friday!
Not to forget anything is a challenge in itself.
From clothes for all temperatures, to food for all tummies and situations, from camp beds to tents and poles, plastic dishes, the small propane stove, pétanque games and reading books, Above all, you have to be careful not to forget the toilet paper (must!), oh yes! and mosquito repellent too!
My partner and I are running back and forth between the house, the garage and the minivan. When we finally manage to get into the car, ready to go … ah shit, two seconds, I forgot my backpack and nothing less, the propane tanks for the stove! Phew! exhausted and the weekend hasn’t even started!
It’s been an hour since we left the house and everything is scrolling through my head, I try not to blame myself because my youngest will not have a warm sweater … I forgot! No problem, he will take one from his sister! Pink is popular now for guys! Annie Broccoli’s music, which we now know by heart, and we rush towards our campsite for a week. Youppi!
In our forties, we often abandoned the camping project.
We have done enough! We will turn to all-inclusive much more often than not. The kids are starting to grow up, what they loved about camping is now a thing of the past. They no longer want to follow and start to organize their weekend away from parents.
Going just the two of us in a tent in your forties … blah, it tempts us less! Are we investing in a trailer? Hmmm! No thank you … We treat ourselves to a little luxury, an extraordinary experience … yes, please!
