Back from Camping

It feels so good to be finally home. I don’t think we have ever camped for four days before, and I have to say that it is good to have a shower in your own bathroom and use a real bed.

There’s nothing too much to say about this trip. After a while, the trips become pretty similar and there is nothing new to talk about. We did go to a new place this year: Roscoe, New York, which is supposed to be the Trout Capital of the USA, according to the town’s welcome sign. The town is about one and a half hours away from New York City, but it really isn’t in the middle of nowhere, compared to other campsites that we’ve been to. The campsite was extremely close to the highway, actually, and during the day, we could easily hear trucks roaring a mile away.

Still, I guess it beats being at home. The weather upstate New York was a lot milder than home. Dad would read the weather forecast for our neighborhood, saying that the temperatures soared above a hundred. While it rained heavily on the second day, it sure beats sweating it out at home. Just by a little though. It was the first time we went camping that it rained the whole day. Usually, when it did rain, the storm would quickly pass over and that would be the end of it. On the second day of our camping trip, it rain mercilessly. Our tent, which we thought until that point to be waterproof, was so saturated that it started to leak. I spent that afternoon wiping up the floor of the tent with paper towels and using aluminum trays to catch the leak. It was wet, but it wasn’t too bad.

One “exciting” event did occur during this four-day camping trip. My younger cousin was out on the river with my other cousins and uncle when they spotted a fishing line that extended from one side of the river to the other. Several hooks were attached to the line, and one of the hooks managed to snag a trout (yes, a trout… that place was the trout capital of America, after all). I don’t know what happened exactly, but I heard that my cousin and my uncle both had a hold of the line, and the next moment the line was pulled. My cousin let out a yelp as the hook was lodged into his finger. To make a long story short, there was a lot of blood and a trip to a hospital was needed. My aunt was freaking out the whole time, and after the trip to the hospital she vowed that this would be their last camping trip. For some reason, my cousin always gets injured during camping trips, but this was the most serious one to date.

My mom is eager to camp one more time this summer, but right now, the rest of the family would rather stay home for a while. We’ll see how that goes.

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