We went camping! It was a lot of fun. It was also a ton of work getting everything ready, especially with the craziness of September, but it’s been a long season of being at home, and it was nice for the kids, especially Caleb. I can’t tell if it’s better or worse to have kids in this pandemic, to be balancing little humans’ lives with your own limited wisdom and patience, or if perhaps they help keep you grounded.
In any case, we breathed in the fresh and occasionally smoky air from our wet logs, roasted marshmallows around the fire, and the kids got a bunch of mosquito bites. I had vaguely assumed that mosquitoes were mostly over, and they were not, so Jon had to buy some bug spray. The person was surprised that there were still mosquitoes, and then Jon said, blithely, “my wife is susceptible” which somehow also sounds vaguely like I’m just being a huge wuss about things but you know what I was the first one to get a mosquito bite half an hour into things.
Caleb had the most fun I think he’d had in a while. He loved the dirt, the sticks. Before we left, we had borrowed a few books on camping from the library, and one of the activities was making a camp diary, which he made before we left, and he spent time filling that out. He was enthusiastic about everything, from refilling the water, to watching the beans on the fire. Naomi was slightly more ambivalent at times, but she is eager to do everything her big brother does.
We’re back in Toronto, and back to reality. It’s always nice to be home after time away, back in the comforts of your favourite snacks, your own bed. On the other hand, perhaps we should’ve stayed away a bit longer. The number of cases of Covid here in Toronto are looking poor, to say the least, and we are wending our way through this storm aghast. I mean, no one likes a panicker, but the emperor has no clothes.