Towards the end of May, after merely one night in our new home in Indianapolis, we packed our suitcases and flew to our camping adventure with family and friends along the Grand Staircase. The trip was planned ages ago - long before we knew the date of our move or that my sister Sarah and I would be pregnant (me at 28 weeks and she at 16)! She and I were a funny duo but managed with ample midnight...2am...4am shivery trips from tent to restroom and wood. In Zion we scaled the steep edge to Angels Landing's summit and hiked upstream through the refreshing waters of The Narrows. In Bryce Canyon we soaked up the brilliance of the sun upon the vibrantly hued Canyon. In the Grand Canyon we stood in peaceful contemplation overlooking the sun set pink.
Need I say more about:
The good: Delicious over the campfire meals! Challenges fulfilled. Experiencing the views with family.
The bad: Thirty degree, rainy weather. Hiking boot heels disintegrating on the way up Angels Landing. Crazed squirrels gnawing through our most luxe tent.
The ugly: Gnarly mountain man beards. Food poisoning. Chacos with socks.
But the endearing aspect of camping is that in retrospect you realize the "bad" and "ugly" is actually the "good." The slight discomforts are remembered in humor and you sense you are a little more resilient...a little stronger than when you first let out.
You are also wildly thankful that you can pee in the comfort of your home any-time-you-want.