The Great Outdoors
by Nick Coons
Apr 16, 2003
I don't know if I'll ever know how my wife made it into my family. A statement
like that needs to be explained, so give me a few minutes. First, my family
enjoys the great outdoors. Whether it be a day-trip picnic amongst the
trees, or a multi-night camping vacation burried in the seemingly never-ending
forest with miles of hiking, we love it!
My wife, on the other
hand, is not the outdoors type. If it has anything to do with dirt, bugs,
weird noises, or the absence of make-up, then she'll avoid it. So you
can imagine the irony when my Mom said that she had to go camping before
she'd be allowed to marry her son.
For me, this was great. I've
always wanted her to accompany me on a camping or backpacking trip, but
I didn't have the clout of the soon-to-be mother-in-law. But this was
very hard for her, so we tried to ease her into it. Our first camping
trip was at a designated campground. Not my particularly favorite type
of camping trip, but it did have a few amenities, such as outhouses and
running water, so it slightly resembled her city-only life that she had
always known. We stayed just off of state route 89A between Sedona and
Flagstaff south of the switchbacks.
The second trip was a bit
more like "real" camping. This time on the north side of the switchbacks
and closer to Flagstaff; however we were not in a designated campground
this time. Surprisingly, she enjoyed this trip even more than the last,
in spite of having to use a tree as a bathroom. I'm pretty sure it was
because she was wearing earphones and listened to music while she slept,
thus not capable of hearing the random animal noises outside of the tent.
family probably still has several years of work to do on her, but I'm sure
she'll be backpacking down to Fossil Springs with us sooner than we thought.