Last week, we got away for Ella’s first camping trip– a single overnight adventure to the State Park at Assateague Island (just a few miles south of infamous Ocean City, MD). Her mother and I have been there many times before, and we were eager to share the sandy camping spot and recentering ocean with our Girlie. She loved it, of course. She’s always loved the beach, and she seemed equally pleased with the campsite and tent and portable chairs and sun umbrella and sand toys and camp stove and traditional dinner of macaroni and cheese.
The view was a bit different from the parental side, of course. We needed to do lots more running around, and directing, and warning and such. Back in the day, there were no diaper changes, no one to entertain or observe at water’s edge, no one to coax to sleep long before darkness fell. Campfires were relaxing then, and now they are dangerous. Then, we’d dig in for at least one all-you-can eat feast of Chesapeake crab at a local joint, and this time we had to settle for a carry-out crabcakes in the front seat of our car. Back then, we’d pack surfboards and wetsuits, books and magazines, and spend many hours in peaceful bliss at waters edge. And of course being unwillingly awakened at first light is a rather unpleasant development.