Gratefully, after 22 years I can finally confidently assert that I have “gone camping”. We arrived at our site early Friday afternoon where I learned how to assemble and position a tent. Once our supplies had been properly unpacked and stored, I began to crave adventure.
Equipped with my mountain bicycle, I set off to locate the various trails in the campground. Later that evening, red and orange flames rose from the fire pit as we grilled our pizza sandwiches and later, our s’mores. My first evening sleeping in a tent produced no dramatic stories or exciting events - only a very strange dream. I awoke not to the sounds of animals or humans, nor to the brightness of the sun, but simply because my body wanted to be rid of it’s restraint in a sleeping bag. After a delicious breakfast of my homemade cereal, I enjoyed the company of a friend while playing cards. Beckoning us towards the sandy beach, the sun continued to provide light, heat, and pleasure. With no football to occupy my time at the beach, I began to practice my swimming techniques learned many years ago: front crawl, breast stroke, elementary back stroke, back crawl, side stroke, and varying positions of treading water. Later Saturday afternoon, I welcomed my friend’s company as we explored additional trails on which I had earlier hesitated because of my lack of companionship and therefore assistance. Unfortunately, we were forced to return back to our site when a flat tire became noticeable.
After dinner, I went back to the beach to observe a beautiful sunset over the waters, to listen to the laughter of families, to watch teenagers playing baseball, and to think about my future. Warmed later by the fire, I sat in contentment. Pancakes were served Sunday morning after an equally comfortable sleep. I was able to wander around the campground a bit more after I packed up my belongings. Before returning home, we spent early afternoon at the beach. Undoubtedly, my first camping experience has been very gratifying. I am thankful to my friends who encouraged me to use this opportunity to advance my knowledge of and personal encounter with camping. I wonder if “gone camping” will be an expression I can practice in Uganda.
Equipped with my mountain bicycle, I set off to locate the various trails in the campground. Later that evening, red and orange flames rose from the fire pit as we grilled our pizza sandwiches and later, our s’mores. My first evening sleeping in a tent produced no dramatic stories or exciting events - only a very strange dream. I awoke not to the sounds of animals or humans, nor to the brightness of the sun, but simply because my body wanted to be rid of it’s restraint in a sleeping bag. After a delicious breakfast of my homemade cereal, I enjoyed the company of a friend while playing cards. Beckoning us towards the sandy beach, the sun continued to provide light, heat, and pleasure. With no football to occupy my time at the beach, I began to practice my swimming techniques learned many years ago: front crawl, breast stroke, elementary back stroke, back crawl, side stroke, and varying positions of treading water. Later Saturday afternoon, I welcomed my friend’s company as we explored additional trails on which I had earlier hesitated because of my lack of companionship and therefore assistance. Unfortunately, we were forced to return back to our site when a flat tire became noticeable. 
After dinner, I went back to the beach to observe a beautiful sunset over the waters, to listen to the laughter of families, to watch teenagers playing baseball, and to think about my future. Warmed later by the fire, I sat in contentment. Pancakes were served Sunday morning after an equally comfortable sleep. I was able to wander around the campground a bit more after I packed up my belongings. Before returning home, we spent early afternoon at the beach. Undoubtedly, my first camping experience has been very gratifying. I am thankful to my friends who encouraged me to use this opportunity to advance my knowledge of and personal encounter with camping. I wonder if “gone camping” will be an expression I can practice in Uganda.
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What a weekend. I'm so happy you enjoyed yourself. Anytime you want to come let us know. So how was the chicken??
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