Everything & The Kitchen Sink The start of my camping experiences began simply during the few years I spent in the Girl Scouts. Fast forward about 12 years, when my then-boyfriend and now husband took me to Huntsville State Park, where he introduced me to his two-man mummy style tent. I was not enthusiastic about this in the least. On our next camping trip, Kyle brought his dad’s tent, which was roomy but 30 years old. An afternoon rain shower that came while we were away hiking quickly revealed the tent’s age, and we came back to our belongings
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soakedandourair-upmattressfloating. to spend at least a week in one of his I then bought a tent that I believe made dream destinations, Big Bend National Kyle, who is an Eagle Scout, very Park. embarrassed by the mansion I had purchased. While we had done short camping trips with our daughter, I put my foot Over the next few years, we down and informed Kyle that in order camped seldomly because I was to do a weeklong, backcountry desert frustrated by it all: Setting up a tent in camping trip with a toddler, I wanted a the wind, the dirt in the tent, the air-up sink and no more ground tent. I honestly mattress never holding air conveniently was oblivious to the fact that there were by 2 a.m., and the lack of organization. a handful of pricey off-road trailers on Not to mention the storage of all the the market, and just thought I had given gear at home. myhusbandanimpossibletasktofulfill In 2016, we had a baby and travel got expensive on a one-income budget (due to my choice of being a stay-athome parent). Kyle decided he wanted
Then one day Kyle came home withafiberglassutilitybedoffofaFord Ranger, and let me tell y’all it looked nasty. I thought he had lost his mind
