Alright, it's no secret that I am not so much the outdoorsy type. I love a good patio with a margarita in hand, but I'm just not one for wilderness and the great outdoors. However, I pride myself on the fact that I will try anything once (there's nothing more irritating than someone that says they don't like something without even trying it). Which brings me to my next story.
December 30, 2010 is a day I will never forget. I was invited/tricked to go camping for the first time. It was hyped up so much that I was even a little excited! Especially when I learned that Bella could accompany me in this adventure. I should have considered the fact that although it wasn't very cold in Marietta on the day before New Year's Eve, temperatures tend to vary in the mountains. Or wherever Amicalola Falls, GA is. I was told to dress warm, and
layered up with 2 pairs of socks, leggings, skinny jeans, a tank, a long sleeve shirt, a vest, jacket and ear muffs. I also brought along Four Loko (remember those?), Bella's food and some games. It seemed like I was prepared and I felt confident in my packing. We hopped in the car and hit the road for the 45 minute drive.
Once the 3 of us (myself, Bella and my boyfriend at the time) met up with the other part of our group (the part that had an SUV to carry us to our final destination up the rocky terrain) I realized that maybe, just maybe this wasn't what I bargained for. The temperature had drastically dropped and there was freezing rain combined with left over snow from earlier that week. The drive up the mountain was terrifying (at least for me) as we slid around in pitch black darkness. Once we parked, I asked if there were bathrooms. I didn't think that was an unreasonable question as I heard stories about campsites having facilities. The group burst out in hysterical laughter. That's when I looked at Bella and thought, what have we gotten ourselves into...
We weren't just camping. We were roughin' it. And we (Bella and I) were so unprepared. I wasn't dressed nearly warm enough, we didn't bring chairs, so Bella and I sat on a blanket on the wet ground which obviously wasn't ideal. I was afraid to eat or drink anything because I didn't want to have to go to the bathroom so that eliminated getting drunk to make the best of it. Although I attempted once, I made Bella come with me and she kept growling into the darkness so I decided I would hold it until morning. My actual thought was
"what was that?!... oh hell no." and "how is this my life right now?"
I've never been so cold in my entire life. When everyone went to sleep, or at least those fortunate to sleep in such conditions, I kept grabbing my toes because I truly was in fear of losing my limbs. Thank God I had cell reception and I am not kidding when I say I googled frostbite. I really thought I was in danger.. When 7 am rolled around I attempted to make as much noise as possible so that everyone would wake up and want to leave. Did that happen? No. They wanted s'mores. Who the hell makes s'mores at 7 in the morning?! I said I would make the damn s'mores in the fireplace at home if we could just get the hell out of there. Then they wanted to hike to the falls. And climb trees. Climb trees!! At that point, I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed leather, heated seats, a real meal and a bed. Stat! I gave the group the "look" that most women have perfected and they got the hint that it was time to leave. Needless to say, Camping: 1 Megan: 0 and I will not be camping again..... ever. Unless it's in a cabin. With a hot tub, flat screen, pool table and full bar.
(-In case you haven't stalked my profile, you should know Bella is actually my dog)
December 30, 2010 is a day I will never forget. I was invited/tricked to go camping for the first time. It was hyped up so much that I was even a little excited! Especially when I learned that Bella could accompany me in this adventure. I should have considered the fact that although it wasn't very cold in Marietta on the day before New Year's Eve, temperatures tend to vary in the mountains. Or wherever Amicalola Falls, GA is. I was told to dress warm, and
layered up with 2 pairs of socks, leggings, skinny jeans, a tank, a long sleeve shirt, a vest, jacket and ear muffs. I also brought along Four Loko (remember those?), Bella's food and some games. It seemed like I was prepared and I felt confident in my packing. We hopped in the car and hit the road for the 45 minute drive.Once the 3 of us (myself, Bella and my boyfriend at the time) met up with the other part of our group (the part that had an SUV to carry us to our final destination up the rocky terrain) I realized that maybe, just maybe this wasn't what I bargained for. The temperature had drastically dropped and there was freezing rain combined with left over snow from earlier that week. The drive up the mountain was terrifying (at least for me) as we slid around in pitch black darkness. Once we parked, I asked if there were bathrooms. I didn't think that was an unreasonable question as I heard stories about campsites having facilities. The group burst out in hysterical laughter. That's when I looked at Bella and thought, what have we gotten ourselves into...
We weren't just camping. We were roughin' it. And we (Bella and I) were so unprepared. I wasn't dressed nearly warm enough, we didn't bring chairs, so Bella and I sat on a blanket on the wet ground which obviously wasn't ideal. I was afraid to eat or drink anything because I didn't want to have to go to the bathroom so that eliminated getting drunk to make the best of it. Although I attempted once, I made Bella come with me and she kept growling into the darkness so I decided I would hold it until morning. My actual thought was
"what was that?!... oh hell no." and "how is this my life right now?"
I've never been so cold in my entire life. When everyone went to sleep, or at least those fortunate to sleep in such conditions, I kept grabbing my toes because I truly was in fear of losing my limbs. Thank God I had cell reception and I am not kidding when I say I googled frostbite. I really thought I was in danger.. When 7 am rolled around I attempted to make as much noise as possible so that everyone would wake up and want to leave. Did that happen? No. They wanted s'mores. Who the hell makes s'mores at 7 in the morning?! I said I would make the damn s'mores in the fireplace at home if we could just get the hell out of there. Then they wanted to hike to the falls. And climb trees. Climb trees!! At that point, I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown, I couldn't take it anymore. I needed leather, heated seats, a real meal and a bed. Stat! I gave the group the "look" that most women have perfected and they got the hint that it was time to leave. Needless to say, Camping: 1 Megan: 0 and I will not be camping again..... ever. Unless it's in a cabin. With a hot tub, flat screen, pool table and full bar.
(-In case you haven't stalked my profile, you should know Bella is actually my dog)
