Monday, June 26, 2006

What were we thinking?

Early Saturday evening we decided that we would go camping in the desert and do some riding. It didn't seem like that big of a deal. We would drive out there, sleep in the back of the truck, do a couple of hours of riding in the morning before it got too hot and then come home. Ah, but the road to hell is paved with good intentions and lots of lovely places to park. You've heard that the desert cools off at night right? Not this particular patch of desert. It was 100 degrees at 2am. I think maybe it cooled down to a chilly 92 degrees some time between when I finally passed out from shear exhaustion and when I woke up because the dog and wrapped his leash around the trailer.

I have spent the night in the seventh ring of hell and lived to tell the tale. I knew I should have just stayed home with Katie and rented a kid's movie. I could have spent a snore free night with Ben & Jerry.

You may not be surprised to find out that we were the only people out there. Shocking I know. So there we are in the pitch black darkness and suddenly Katie wakes up and is deathly afraid that the bad skeletons are coming to get her. I had no idea there was a difference between a good skeleton and a bad one. Maybe not enough calcium? Mikel then informs her that there are skeletons buried every where. Thanks for the help buddy. You can be quiet now. I calmed her down and convinced her that the skeletons were not coming to get her, just her older brother. She was cool with that. More toys for her.

I never would have imagined that I would spend the night in the middle of the desert in our truck with all the windows and doors open. Something could get in right? Wild animals and bugs, oh god not bugs. I think I woke up once with a June bug in my hair. There were stink bugs every where. The kids had fun kicking them and running from the field mouse that apparently adopted us in hopes of us sharing our food. Alas, it was not too be.

There is a bathroom out there. I didn't totally rough it. Jeez people, I'm not that crazy! The bathroom is basically an outhouse with a light and a toilet to sit on that covers the huge hole in the ground. I went armed with Lysol wipes and spray. I was not messing around. That seat was germ free, I guarantee it. It worked out great for the kids, they never remember to flush any way.

I digress, because damn this is taking a long time to type and I'm getting hungry. Dh and Mikel rode for about an hour and then we packed up and got the hell out of there. It was already 99 degrees at 7am. Over night a storm front had moved in, so it was overcast and muggy for extra fun.

Oh air conditioning, how I love thee let me count the ways:
Frigid air blowing in my face.
Non-sweaty feet.
My t-shirt not being soaking wet for the first time in hours.

To answer your question, yes we are completely crazy. We purposely drove into the desert in the middle of June and expected it to be tolerable. I'd say it's about time that we had our meds adjusted.

1 comment:

Kelly said...

Uh. That does not sound like fun at all.
I've been in a similar situation though and found that I became a RAVING bitch with the heat and no sleep.

That was a rough one to be sure.


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