I should just accept this fact and stop trying.
Two years ago, we had this little debacle where I brought a camping chair instead of the tent. No harm, no foul. We slept on our comfy inflatable mattress under the stars.
Last night, I wasn't going to be a fool again. Lance and I both double-checked that we had the tent before hitting the road. We made it up to Lehi and began setting up camp. As we pulled the tent out, we realized we had everything...but the tent rods. No worries! I pride myself on being a 'roll with the punches' kind of gal, so we set up shop on an outdoor stage. Problem solved.
Until, of course, the campsite was taken over by a band of wild foxes.
Seriously--3-4 brazen foxes, undeterred by people and fire. Suddenly sleeping under the stars without the protection of a tent seemed like a bad idea, and I can only imagine Dobbie barking at them all night long. Plan B. We packed up, and headed back home.I give up. At least my hobo dinner was tasty.
