I miscalculated the number of people a two person tent can sleep.  Turns out it’s just one: that is, one teenaged daughter.  A skinny teenaged boy could have fitted along one edge, but I parked close enough to ensure not even a picture of a skinny teenaged boy could sneak into that tent.
I also miscalculated how many halves of a tired dad can sleep comfortably on the bench seat of a compact pickup truck parked in the woods.  Turns out it’s just one.  Because the top and bottom halves of most dads sleep in one piece everywhere but very severe car accidents, and because bench seats in modern pickup trucks are not really bench-shaped, and because I had difficulty routing the air hose from my CPAP machine around my folded body, I slept badly last night.
But hey, that’s camping.  It’s only supposed to be comfortable for the kids.




Aug. 25, 2013