Last summer… I think. I’m pretty sure it was last summer… Anyway, Sean and I went camping at Fall Creek Falls.
Sean and I left after work one Friday afternoon. It was about a 2 and a half hour drive from Maryville to Pikeville where Fall Creek Falls is located. we got about 20 minutes down the road and I realized that I forgot my camera, so we headed back to get it.
After that, we were really on our way and about 45 minutes behind schedule. When we finally got there, the sun was starting to go down. We hurried up and bought our camp site, a back woods site, and hauled our gear out to it.
We had our tent, sleeping bags, a cooler with food, and firewood. It took two trips, but we got it all out there and set up.
That night we made dinner over the fire and roasted marshmallows for s’mores (I could eat 100 s’mores in a row). Well, we’d settled in for the night, trying to go to bed early so we could hike and all that jazz the next day.
Let me take a break for this camping story to let you know a little personal information. I have a bladder the size of a golf ball. I’m not sure if that’s anatomically true, but that’s how it feels. It’s especially troubling because I drink 64+ ounces of water a day. I like water. Sean hates to take trips with me because every hour or so, I’m begging to pull over at a rest stop. It goes like this.
Sean, can we please pull over? I have to go to the restroom.
We just stopped a few exits ago. Anyway, all these places look sketchy.
Sean, if there’s a McDonalds, I can pee there. Also, I can refill my water bottle.
What?! You drank it all?
Why do you think I have to go to the bathroom again?
Ok, we’ll pull over but you’re not refilling the bottle.
Are you trying to kill me? I’m going to die of dehydration!
I’m sure you get the picture. So we hiked to the bathrooms before bed, took showers, washed our faces, used the restroom, etc. We hiked back and got settled in to our sleeping bags; I nudged Sean.
I have to go to the bathroom.
Remember, we had to hike half a mile on a leaf-covered trail to get to our camping site.
Come with me.
You’re big. Go by yourself. I’m almost asleep.
Take a flashlight.
And then he turns over. WHAT?! In Sean’s defense, it was a 10lb Maglite. I could have flogged any attacker.
So, I hike by myself back to the bathroom. It was creepy, and dark, and scary. And I wasn’t really sure which way I was going, maybe leading myself to an ax murderers den (ax v. Maglite?).
Eventually I find the bathroom. Then head back. I can hear other people chatting and laughing by their campfires, staying up late and listening to the woodland creatures (Bambi!).
This is why I love camping. It’s a time when you’re stuck out in the middle of nowhere with the people you like. It brings you closer together because there’s nothing to distract you. And when there’s nothing left to say, you just stare into the fire. Fire is constantly moving and always different. It never looks the same way throughout the night.
I did make it back to the tent, and Sean was already snoozing. We got up the next morning, hiked, went horseback riding, and took a mid-day nap.
Camping is the best, and I cannot wait to go again.
Although I might want to camp closer to the bathroom next time.