A Letter from my Mother – About Camping

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Dear Daughter,

The next time you suggest a camping trip for the entire family – and you pick the place – the answer is no!

Not maybe.

Or, Oh that sounds like fun.

Just. NO.

Don’t get me wrong, we had a wonderful time in the woods with the kids – once my heart recovered from the hairpin curves and the drop-off cliffs on either side of the truck – for miles and miles!!

Drop Off

And this after getting a text that read “Really cool campground – kind of hilly.”

Hilly? Really??? That’s what you call those drop-offs? I was terrified each time a child went outside that we would lose them over the edge.

Dangerous Camping

The beauty was stunning for sure – and Dad was a miracle worker – backing the trailer in between all those trees on a tiny little path with a death drop… the only thing truly missing was a wind storm to make all my fears come true.

Big Camper

The 4-hour drive that turned into 7 grueling traffic–filled hours, ending in a climb up a mountain side that threatened to give me a nose bleed was topped only by the thrill I felt when we went exploring on Saturday, and you let the children try the trails on their own – in spite of the warning signs…


I really tried not to care or watch as they tripped down and up the paths and explored the caves and the edges… and to your credit – they lived.

Kids on Path

And looking at the pictures – we had a wonderful time for sure.

Kids Walking

But this time, I have really learned my lesson. No more trusting you.

It reminds me of the time I trusted your pregnant hormonal self when you set me up with your hairdresser for a special cut that you claimed was perfect for me.

I wasn’t allowed to look in the mirror for 3 hours – and when I did my hair was an inch long (or less) all over my head. Even my best friends asked “how could you let her do that to you?” and they were talking about you – not the hairdresser.

“I trusted her,” was my reply – which is what I said to your Dad when we were hours into traffic and he asked if I had any idea where we were going.

“Did you even check this out?” he asked.

My answer? “I trusted her.”

Well, that was your first mistake. He said that silently – but I knew what he was thinking.

So I love you dear daughter, and I love spending time with you and your precious family – but next time, I pick the spot – got it?

Now please excuse me while I check out what my new favorite blogger is up to today.



  1. Terry H

    October 22, 2013 at 10:57 am

    That’s funny. I can relate from lots of camping trips when my kids were little. Natural Bridge, for one, with nothing to keep you from falling off. Now I just have to worry about my grandsons.

  2. Anna

    October 22, 2013 at 11:02 am

    I’m not sure if this makes me sad or happy I’ve never been on a family camping trip. But I am sure that whenever I *do* take that family camping trip, you’ll be picking the destination and not someone else who shall rename nameless so I don’t go making enemies on the Internet.

  3. Samantha

    October 22, 2013 at 11:12 am

    I’m not convinced that letter really was from your mum, there’s nothing in there about ‘thank goodness I packed the Crisco’ or that she had to keep a track of your childrens’ bowel movements on a tree trunk….

  4. [email protected] A New Organized Me

    October 22, 2013 at 11:15 am

    I can’t say it enough. I love your mom. She is absolutely hilarious!

  5. lms76

    October 22, 2013 at 11:18 am

    You definitely get your writing talent and sense of humor from your mom! This is hysterical! I totally get where she’s coming from on this one- I have six grandkids. I’ve been on one too many drives with drop offs, (like the million dollar highway in Colorado) and they make me a nervous wreck. You and your mom make a great writing team.

  6. Carrie

    October 22, 2013 at 12:24 pm

    I want to know where this is!!! Smokey mountains? Tennessee ? It’s gorgeous!

  7. Ashlee

    October 22, 2013 at 12:40 pm

    Wow that place is beautiful, but I would probably shit myself if I was thinking hilly and saw that.

  8. Sara

    October 22, 2013 at 1:09 pm

    Loved it! Thank you for sharing. 🙂

  9. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 1:42 pm

    Oh – it’s me alright! And I did bring the Crisco – I practically had to grease the trees so Mike could get the trailer in the tight spot….oh, and the bowel movements? I have put all of that in my past – it’s somewhat liberating actually. 🙂

  10. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 1:43 pm

    Thank you Pam ! You are very sweet.

  11. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 1:44 pm

    Somewhere in Ohio – or so they told me……I was to sick to look at the map….just followed the lady’s voice 🙂

  12. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 1:44 pm


  13. Cherie

    October 22, 2013 at 3:14 pm

    Way to go, Anna! Good job! Your mom secretly loved the thrill of it all. I remember encouraging her to ride bikes and body surf! She went from scared to death to acting like it was her idea! There is life outside of Crisco! 🙂

  14. Katy (in a Corner) Morgan

    October 22, 2013 at 3:53 pm

    Okay, Anna’s mom, sounds like you’re my kind of travel companion. Let’s find a nice cafe and a spa, shall we? I’ve never been camping, and I don’t intend to go. Unless there’s some kind of apocalyptic event and I’m not prepared (this is much more likely to happen).

  15. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 9:27 pm

    Cherie – you know me better than I know myself!!

  16. Anna's Mom

    October 22, 2013 at 9:28 pm

    A cafe and spa sound lovely Katy! Do we have to eat cold eggs outside in smoke?

  17. Michelle

    October 23, 2013 at 7:04 am

    I would have been a basketcase around all of those drop offs with my kids. Constantly tense and on edge. But, it looks like you had a wonderful time!!

  18. Dona

    October 23, 2013 at 7:55 am

    What a wonderful team you make!! Notice the word ‘team’? That can be exchanged for ‘co-authors’, you know. Let me know when you’re ready! Dona

  19. Lisa R. Petty

    October 23, 2013 at 11:57 am

    I love your mom, and I agree with her. My idea of roughing it is staying in a hotel with only basic cable and no room service.
    Oh, and your mom and I have the same favorite blogger. 🙂

  20. Lisa R. Petty

    October 23, 2013 at 11:58 am

    Does your mom like cats? If so, I may need to get best friend charms with her.

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