I never seem to sleep very well on vacation in tents although I love to camp.
Every vacation I go on seems to be packed full of fun activities like hiking, wine tasting, beach relaxing and off roading adventures. Whether it be driving in iceland or in the US, the adventure is always exciting. When it comes to be about ten o clock at night and I’m exhausted something always seems to go wrong.
As in nonstop noise from Robbie the Raccoon tearing our campsite apart at Morro Strand State Beach last week; all night long. Sometimes, when we go camping, we stay in a Two man pop-up tent, which is a lot more comfortable than a standard sized tent. But that raccoon still manages to find it’s way to our campsite for some reason.
In the past bad stuff always seems to happen to me and my nocturnal sleepy time.
It always happens, like clockwork.
I’m either sleeping in a wet puddle next to a mini Oktoberfest raging outside my tent from the beer hall tent located five hundred feet to my left ( Munich 2006) or I’m sleeping in two sleeping bags shoved inside each other and have a jacket on to protect from the bitter cold. (Grand Canyon, 12 degrees, 2009)
|Before I didn’t sleep for four days; making
dinner by lantern light.
So after a evening of tasty beer, camp fire talk and a huge meal we did not make our camp ground pest friendly before pouring into our sleeping bags.
Camping and sleep; I’m beginning to think these two things just do not go together!