Tonight’s my first night camping, and there’s a few things I now realize it might have been smart to bring with me:
– Any sort of eating utensil (though a nice group in an RV was kind enough to spot me a spoon)
– Trail mix that doesn’t have loose chocolate and peanut butter chips that melt into soup in the 100 degree heat (I’m now eating it with the aforementioned spoon).
– Bug spray (I somehow managed to bring calamine lotion to treat bug bites, but nothing to actually prevent them).
– A pillow (got one for five bucks at Target in Vegas).
and my personal favorite:
– A sleeping bag (eh, I’ve got a tarp I can just use as a blanket, and it’s hot anyway).
I suppose this is what I get for planning this trip in the most half-assed fashion possible. At this point, I’m almost surprised I managed to bring a tent.
On the plus side, Zion National Park is beautiful, and I’m going to the north rim of the Grand Canyon tomorrow. So I suppose it all evens out.
You seriously didn’t bring a sleeping bag? Yikes!
Make sure you hit Cape Royal at the North Rim. Best views by far. Have fun!
Seriously. reached into my trunk to pull it out…and realized it’s still in my closet. I mean really, that takes talent.