This might be called backyard camping if we had a backyard. What we have is a small balcony with sounds of traffic, airplanes, and neighbors walking their dogs.
I love nature. Blue sky, leaves and foliage.
But what I love is the beauty of nature, not going “back to nature.” Sleeping on the harsh ground, chigger bites, and peeing in the woods? No thanks.
Soft pillows and hot baths? Yes, please.
Last week we set up a tent on the balcony with every fluffy blanket, pillow, and feather duvet we could find. Provisions from the fridge. Countless books and toys.
While we didn’t have bears, we did see a hawk come perch on our flower basket to eat her snack lunch. It was wild. And also gross.
Tom found a spot near the stuffed animal friends. There was just enough room for the four of us, plus everything Lane owned. We waited for them to go to sleep.
Once the kids fell asleep, we moved them inside since it was BPT (big people time).
Every once in a while the noise would quiet. We didn’t hear the traffic. The neighbors would stay inside. We talked about the times we used to stay up late when we were dating.
And the next morning, we started it all again.