Katie and I camped out last night. In the backyard. I know, I know, only a crazy woman and her crazy dog would choose to sleep in the damp and cold only yards from a comfy king sized bed. Right?
Well call us crazy.
The moon was full and beckoned us out into the dark around 11:30. We trooped through the already dewy wet grass carrying all the essentials, pillows, blankets, flashlight, phone, Katie tugging at the leash. It was her first backyard camping adventure of the season and she knew exactly where she wanted to be.
On her pillow in her tent guarding her yard.
I have a romantic notion about sleeping in the backyard; I like to listen to the frogs in the pond across the road. There are at least a couple of different kinds including the bull frogs’ deep voices and I love to hear them in the evening from the deck. Falling asleep to the frog choir always seems like such a lovely idea.
The reality, however, is that I am constantly surprised how loud the freeway is at night. It’s a mile away but across a lake from us and I guess that magnifies the sound. Because what I don’t notice much during the day is suddenly a deafening roar in the middle of the night. Still, how many loud cars and trucks and motorcycles would be roaring down the freeway at 3 in the morning?
Turns out quite a few.
So many in fact that I really couldn’t hear the frogs at all. Katie-girl and I are going to have to go on another camping adventure in a real campground very soon. Hopefully far away from a freeway. Before she settled in for her morning nap today she urged me to start planning. A girl needs her outdoor time.
Don’t you know.