We went on our first camping and fishing trip over the weekend. It was fun, exciting, dirty and tiring. It was my first camping and fishing trip at 34 years old and it was Mal’s too at 3 years old! I sure lose out to Mal when it comes to having fun.
Daddy has been very keen to let Mal try out camping and enjoy the great outdoor before we head back Spore. We finally did it this time, with some great company. Auntie Hoonie came along, with her 2 boys and a six month old baby. Her 2 boys, Deshane and Deshawn were great companions to Mal and I was surprised by how much fun the boys had. We brought ZERO toys but there was not a single moment that they complained about being bored. They had fun gathering sticks and stones, scooping water from the river making chocolate mud pies and hiking up and down the rocky slope next to the lake. The nature offers them the best toys.
It was a rather last minute trip and I was a bit skeptical, not sure how the whole thing will turn out. The weather forecast showed that there will be 40% chance of thunderstorm in the day and 20% chance of thunderstorm at night. That alone, dampened my spirit a little, but we took the chances and hope for the best. Sure enough, as we reached the town of Payson, we could see huge thunderstorm clouds lingering right over the area we were heading towards. As we were nearing our destination, it started to rain. The boys started singing ‘Rain Rain Go Away’ songs in the car and maybe that did help cos as when we finally reached our destination, there was only light drizzle.
We unloaded our barang barang and started our 15 minutes hike into the woods. Mind you, it was not a hike along the trail, but a hike cutting through the woods, which according to Auntie
Hoonie and Uncle Robin, a shorter route to the lake. It was not a really smart thing to do, hiking through the woods, lugging 3 kids, a baby, pails and fishing rods, food, camping stuff and when none of us have a compass. As we walked deeper into the woods, I realised how easy it was for us to get disorientated and lost direction. There were no trails, no paths and to me it was near impossible to back tracked to the starting point, as everywhere you turned were trees and they all looked the same! I am so sure I will get lost if I am alone and that was exactly what happened to Daddy on our way back. Luckily he was calm, experience and maybe lucky enough to eventually found us. Phew!
Daddy failed to return from a trip to load some stuff in the car. We decided to slowly hike to the car, hoping that we would bump into him on the way which we soon realised maybe it was not a good idea as Daddy might return to our campsite to find us missing. Too late to turn back so we hiked on, calling out for Daddy at the same time. I started to get panicky when we were nearing our cars but there was still no trace of Daddy. All the ‘what IFs’ started racing through my head and at our last 100 m, we heard a familiar voice behind us, we turned and saw Daddy beaming ear to ear, looking a bit defeated and humbled, a little price to pay for making fun of me when I mentioned that we need a compass earlier on. We were so relieved that Daddy was not lost afterall. This was lesson learned Number 1.
Another lesson learned during this trip was the importance of pitching a great comfy tent over flat and hopefully grassy ground so that the kids can sleep well. Camping over rocky slope right next to the lake with little lighting was not a very good idea especially with kids. We were worried that the kids might trip and fall in the dark anytime and the surface that we set up our sleeping area was actually quite rocky. It was no wonder Mal had problem sleeping and I was too worried that there might be bugs, spiders and who knows what, that might attack the kids in their sleep. It was a long night for me and I couldn’t wait for the sun to rise. The daddies were abit less stressed as they had fun fishing in the night, catching more crayfish and bbqing them for supper. Finally at 4.30, at the first glimpse of sunlight, I was up fishing. The air was cool and fresh, the woods and lake was peaceful and serene, for a while it felt like heaven on earth, until we heard Mal woke up crying. He complained that it was too comfortable to sleep and his day began early too at 5.30am.
Other than the above few hiccups, it was overall a very good trip. It marked many of our FIRSTs. Now I understand why there are people who enjoy fishing so much. I was so elated and thrilled when I caught my first fish. It was a blue gill, which we were told that they taste like those small fishes in Nasi Lemak when they are fried. We did quite well for the fishing, though we were told it could get better. But as first timers, we were easily pleased and satisfied. Quite a number of fishes managed to sneak away after eating the baits as we weren’t so good at reeling in the line. Still, we managed to catch a few trouts, a few blue gills, 1 bass and almost half a bucket of crayfish.
It was such an experience for all 3 of us and it serves as a good warm up for our next adventure trip to Yellow Stone National Park end of the week. As for Mal, he is so ready to camp again and had forgotten how uncomfy the night was. Thank you Auntie Hoonie and Uncle Robin for such a wonderful and memorable weekend.
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