Something I discovered while spending time in Yosemite was that camping was kind of a conglomeration of everything I hate. Walking for no reason, bug bites, too much sun, ugly clothes, smelly bathrooms.
This resulted in quite a bit of cognitive dissonance on my part. I mean, my family is all about the outdoors. We’ve been going on camping trips since before I was old enough to talk. [My first birthday, in fact, was spent in Yosemite.]
But in retrospect, it’s been two years since my last camping trip. I’ve changed. We’ve all changed. Even my mom, adventure travelista extraordinaire, threw in the towel, admitting that although nature was pretty and all, the five hour car rides and risk of West Nile weren’t quite worth it.
tl;dr, this may have very well been our last trip to Yosemite as a family, and we’re all kind of sad about it, but it may be for the best.
I wouldn’t say that I magically hate camping and Yosemite Valley now [because, c’mon, those soaring rock faces and ancient redwoods aren’t something that you can find near civilization], but I would say that we’ve definitely pulled back, and are now taking a look at what our group interests are. [Especially in terms of how long and how much we can actually tolerate being in close quarters with one another under stressful conditions.]
So, as I scratch various parts of my body from my dining room table, here’s the conclusion I’ve reached. Family camping trips just don’t hold the same magic that they once did. My parents are older, more easily tired, and, like everyone, hate driving for hours and hours on end to reach a place with no wifi. All of us had an incredibly hard time ‘going dark’ [cue our shrieks of joy when my brother discovered a wifi hotspot in the Valley].
But that doesn’t signal the end, necessarily. Perhaps in other places, with different people, we’ll be able to rekindle our love for the outdoors. But now, with less than a year left as a family of four + dog, maybe we’re all adventured out.
Happy Sunday, guys, and thanks for reading this weirdly pessimistic and oddly personal post,