We took a short trip with friends to Indian Cave State Park last Thursday. The place is appropriately sub-titled “Nebraska’s Best Kept Secret”: it was beautiful and so-very-not typical Nebraska outdoors. We found a sweet spot, pitched a few tents, and started roasting marshmallows. (Yes, it was cold.) Jones seemed indifferent to all parts of the trip, minus the leaves and the sleeping situation, to which he had opposing reactions. I learned some important lessons regarding camping and babies.
1. If you’re going to take them camping, babies need to be appropriately dressed for the occasion, wearing such gear as to make them look like Al on “Home Improvement.”
4. A rough night’s sleep, due to everyone being in the same sleeping bag (“The Sasquatch”), makes for very unhappy babies and moderately unhappy parents — it promptly squelches all fun that was had the night before with the leaves, and the world and the leaves lose all their luster in 7-month-old eyes. (Caption: “These idiots think I’m having fun.”)
5. Lack-luster babies will be equally unimpressed by beautiful sights and sounds on a hike, perhaps because their mothers are concerned about their body temperature.