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I am an idiot.

November 2nd, 2007 · 6 Comments

We’ve had a dras­tic and sud­den change in plans. Yes, the cou­plers really are com­ing, but the details will be com­ing after our Really Big Camp­ing Trip.

Yep, you read it right. We are tak­ing a 3-year-old camp­ing. That might be stu-u-upid enough by itself, but wait! There’s more.

It’s Novem­ber: very, very cold.

And on a beach: 3-yr-old wan­der­ing around dan­ger­ous surf.

At a camp­ground that brags about the rat­tlesnakes and coral snakes. Oh yeah, and the hun­dreds of alli­ga­tors.

With no plan­ning, because we decided to go… today.

And — worst of all — no trains.

I am, offi­cially, an idiot.

Oh, did I men­tion that he still sleeps in a crib at home, and I’m pre­tend­ing he’ll take to a sleep­ing bag like magic?

And I don’t even have an excuse. I actu­ally did this same thing last year, and it was a hor­ren­dous deba­cle. And I do mean deba­cle — ice, rain, hurricane-force winds, freez­ing tem­per­a­tures, and no prepa­ra­tion on my part for any of those conditions.

I remem­ber the park ranger, yelling over the storm:

“So, you think you’re gonna keep a 2-year-old chitlin alive in this madness?”

(Me, with utter con­fi­dence in my mas­culin­ity): “Oh yeah. No prob­lem. We’re ready. And I brought a month’s sup­ply of firewood.”

(Me, 24 min­utes later): “Do you know where the near­est hotel is?”

“Yup, I fig­gered you’d be back, so I called to set y’all up in a room.”

(mas­sive relief): “Oh, thank you, kind sir!“

“But they ain’t got no rooms left. No sir. Said the near­est vacancy was in Dubuque. 1,158 miles north­west. Just turn left at the sign that says ‘thanks for com­ing (idiot).’ ”

I’ve pretty much erased from my mind just how bad that was. It took a year, but now I’ve started hav­ing these sweet dreams of how nice it will be to prance in the woods with my sweet lit­tle guy, search­ing for bugs and snakes, gig­gling in the warm sunshine.

Or in the ice storm, while being chased by alligators.

“Yup, near­est avail­able room is Albu­querque, 2,414 miles due west. [Under his breath…] Idiot.”

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6 responses so far ↓

  • 1 Virginia Pickard // Dec 30, 2007 at 5:41 pm

    Are you still plan­ning on mak­ing those cou­plers? I’d be inter­ested in buy­ing a few!

  • 2 MapleMama // May 27, 2008 at 1:14 pm

    So…considering there are no new posts — are we to assume the worst? Was your fam­ily eaten by alligators?

    Please do update us as to your fate!

  • 3 Alan Germond // Sep 18, 2008 at 5:40 am

    Hi there
    I was hop­ing you could help me iden­tify the Apple Express. It’s a train that used to be run along the Langk­loof in South Africa for apple trans­port, but now acco­mo­dates tourists. Please have a look at my blog. Maybe one day you and your son could visit.
    Alan Germond

  • 4 anony1 // Dec 16, 2008 at 3:31 pm

    Good Lord. It’s been over a year! Is this guy ok?

  • 5 Randi // Dec 26, 2008 at 6:27 pm

    seri­ously wish you would respond, i love you site we are new to trains and have a three year old son as well. love your site wish you would respond we were look­ing for ideas for com­bin­ing sets.

  • 6 Bethany Lovegrove // Mar 2, 2010 at 7:02 pm

    David’s camp­ing post was funny enough, but your com­ments even bet­ter. He’s started post­ing again (yes!) , and we had a great camp­ing trip at the beach. No drown­ing. Not eaten by alli­ga­tors. Idyl­lic. Hunt­ing Island, S.C. We’ve had a few more suc­cess­ful camp­ing trips, too.
    And David has finally made the cou­plers that work with Geo­T­rax.
    The Mom of the 5 year old Train Fanatic, and his TrainDad

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