by By KATHY BOHANNON email@example.com
Summertime and the livin’ is easy.
Unless you’re taking a vacation.
When Ninja Man and I decided to go camping in May I anticipated hot days and sweltering nights. I figured I’d take summer clothes — shorts and tank tops. He packed shorts, tees and jeans.
“You’re gonna burn up in those,” I said, pointing at the heavy Levis he’d folded in the suitcase.
“Thought I’d carry them just in case,” he replied, adding, “You might want to take some, too.”
I was packing light for the camping trip. Why would I take extra clothes I was certain I wouldn’t need? In case of rain? No, the last thing one wants to do when they are limited in their wardrobe is to wear wet denim. Cold? Not a chance. Temperatures in the Savannah area were already in the low 80s. It was only getting hotter. I figured we would unpack those jeans after the camping weekend and they would be just as crisp and clean as they were in that suitcase.
I figured wrong.
We were camping for two nights so I carried four pair of capri pants and a couple pair of shorts. Figuring it was a great opportunity to start on my tan, I stuck to the tank tops and took only one tee shirt. No socks, no sweater, no jacket.
We gathered with friends for an outdoor movie at the campground. There was a chill in the air. It was somewhat refreshing. I think I even pinned my hair up, enjoying the evening breeze.
About ten minutes into the movie I had to let my hair back down. A few more minutes later I rubbed my arms trying to knock off the chill.
The ambiance was amazing. The movie was great. Stars twinkled in the sky and everyone was having a great time. Barely 20 minutes later, sitting in a canvas chair in a tank top and shorts, my teeth began to chatter. I was absolutely freezing. I grabbed my flashlight and shined it on Ninja Man.
“Are you freezing?” I asked.
“Nope,” he replied, “I’m good.”
The flashlight revealed that he indeed was good. He was wearing his jeans — the ones I was sure he wouldn’t need.
I crossed the gravel drive to our campsite and sorted through our things until I found a large towel that would serve as a blanket. I wrapped it around my shoulders not caring how it looked, just delighted that it was functional. I headed back to the movie site.
The next morning was freezing, so I wore my towel to breakfast. Later Ninja Man drove me to town where I thought I would be able to buy a pair of jeans or at the very least, a light jacket. It was a small town and all I could find were some dollar store pajamas, which had flannel pants — and I wore them with great happiness.
When we returned home his jeans were way overdue for a spin in the washer and my dollar store pajamas were well worn. We are headed out to camp again in July.
I might just pack my winter coat.
Kathy Bohannon is a regular contributor to The Newnan Times-Herald. Purchase her ebook Dyson the Terrible Puppy at BarnesandNoble.com. Kathy can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org .