To follow up my camping DON’Ts, I’ll do my camping DOs, because temporary blindness and exploding beer bottle & bug spray rockets are just a small part of it.
DO laugh with your husband when he pulls back into camp on his 4-wheeler like a little boy, muddy and wet and telling stories about getting stuck and flying over rocks and how much “nut” his new machine has, because he’s fresh off a 60-hour work week, and the scheduling says he’ll hit 70 this week.
DO take time from trying to be a full-time mom, full-time home office manager and full-time professional writer to sit with your friend, who has a day and half free from the full-time job with commute she works while keeping up with a husband and two grown sons to sit and play Scrabble and giggle together over all the naughty words you can spell.
DO sit and close your eyes and know that hours away your house still holds ringing phones, jammed fax machines, lost permission slips, misplaced blueprints, book edits, comma addictions, unanswered emails, and a full calendar and know that there’s not a damn thing you can do about it right now. Bask in the “No service” signal on your cell phone.
DO laugh with your children when they want to hear more stores and play horseshoes and run around the playground and splash in mud puddles and find good marshmallow sticks, because they probably hear “Not right now. I’m busy.” even more than they hear “I love you.”
DO have a roaring campfire to sit around. The best, funniest, most memorable stories are told around a campfire, and nary a “Shannon did you…” in sight.
And, of course, DO bring extra bug spray, because the neighbor’s son will pour yours into the beer bottle and stick it in the fire.