Camping

Going camping this weekend.

I love the pre-camping packing, as we put the great pile of gear by the front door, ready to be loaded into the truck. (I should note, this is car-camping, not hiking in the backcountry)

3 large tupperware-type boxes of kit (cooking, dry goods, misc gear like flashlights), self-inflating air mattresses, Coleman stove, and more.

There’s a tremendous feeling that, “I could handle any sort of emergency”. “Something” could “happen”, and within a few minutes, we could pack up and leave town. (I think I could load the truck up in maybe 10 minutes?)

Of course we live in Northern Virginia; it’s unlikely anything could ever happen that would require us to flee to the Shenandoah or similar remote environs.

But I have to say: it does feel good that, if we had to, we could.