My daughter Devin and I arrived home from our week-long camping trip four days ago and have had many opportunities to relate our adventures to family and friends. I find myself saying, "We had a great trip...until the end..." at which point I get to tell the stories that are the most fun: being lost in The Black Hills National Forest for hours during the evening of my birthday (luckily it was the Summer Solstice, so we had more daylight!), watching our tent whip away into the darkness and the Missouri River (with our gear inside) during a wickedly stormy night, and finally traveling home with my daughter experiencing acute appendicitis.
This phenomena of relating our misadventures seems to be quite common - it's part of what is exciting about traveling - the challenges! I certainly don't want to hear about all the pleasant and wonderful events of my friends' trips...I want to hear about the language hassles, lost luggage woes and having to seek medical treatment on a cruise ship. My favorite story from all my trips into the Boundary Waters Canoe Wilderness Area is the trip that got cut short because a bear ate all our food, not the one where the weather was perfect and we had no mosquitos. My only memory of a camping trip around Lake Superior when I was a kid is that it rained the whole time. My husband and I often brag about our honeymoon in the middle of August. We camped in the BWCA. It rained almost continuously, never got above 60° and we only survived by inventing "fire in a box" Now THAT was a honeymoon!
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