First Time Camping in Mr. Bunker

Giving in to the trend of people going RVing and camping during the summer, we decided to give it a go. We took Mr. Bunker with us to Clayton, Georgia. What was supposed to be a three-hour drive turned into four-and-a-half-hour drive. We took the scenic route for two reasons. One, getting out of Columbia before a holiday weekend was a mess and a wreck waiting to happen. Second, Mr. Bunker didn’t like going over 65 mph.

We made it to our campground, Cross Creek, late at night. The owner was nice to wait up on us so we could get situated. The campground was small. There was a lot tiny trees around for shade. Jason didn’t like the highway noise, but I didn’t mind it. While he was setting up the hook-ups outside (since he seemed to be immune to bug bites), I got our bedding ready and luggage put away. That night was one of the best night sleeps I’ve had in a while. Oh, before bedtime, I looked up and saw red and white stars. I haven’t seen the colors of the stars in a while. It was nice to see the stars twinkled.

The next day, Jason started a bonfire, more specifically a cooking fire. Apparently, there was a difference between “roasted marshmallow fire” and “carbon marshmallow fire”. Kudos to those of you who knows the difference! Anyway, Jason made us some cooking fire to make our dinner. Mmm yummm. I cooked food while my face was also being exfoliated.

Campfire dogs

There was a few incidents that happened while we were camping. They ended up being hilarious. The first one was when we were about to go grocery shopping. I looked at Jason’s arm and thought he was bleeding. We turned on the light to see it was dark chocolate colored. No, thank goodness it wasn’t poo. One of our America-wrapped Reese’s peanut butter cup was left on the bed and was squashed by his arm. This was easily fixed by going to the laundromat to wash our bed sheet. We even got to chat with a local about fireworks and logging while waiting for our laundry.

The next incident that happened wasn’t really an incident. It was more like the events that happened while camping. A tiny gnat/fruit fly managed to squeeze into our camper. It flew in front of our eyes at the most inconvenient times. It continued to taunt us the rest of the day and night to the point where Jason declared it the Houdini Fly. Well, I have a feeling it’s still alive some where.

Funny stories make the experience better. I enjoyed the toasted marshmallow, avoiding a drunk bumble bee, and watching fireworks while lying in bed. I didn’t think camping could be so fancy. 🙂

Happy 4th of July, America!

Moment of truth, this was my first camping trip. Ever. Yes, it was fancier than tent camping. There was a reason why I was willing to go outside. Most of the times, I refuse to go outside when it’s hotter than 70 degrees Fahrenheit. The past year, though, has taught me that I wasn’t going to melt, and that the world outside was bigger than any of my imagination. It supplements my imagination. Thanks to my partner in life, I now get to enjoy outside. Till next adventure, fellow readers!

Nerd out,

The Warrens and Mr. Bunker

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