Great White Campers!
So me and my cousin take our four rug rats camping for a weekend last May.
We rented one of those modern cabins out at the state park 10 minutes from my house for one night. I know, I know... not all that adventurous, however it was two women and a four, five, six and seven year old... we had to start small.
So after a long day of campfire building, stick gathering, stone throwing, walking into gale force winds, fishing, hiking, falling, and general insanity... We get the kids settled into their four bunk beds with the trusty little glow sticks we gave them to keep track of them after the sun went down.
The cousin and I settle in on the couch for some quiet time. Not realizing just how quiet it was about to become. The lights blink out... and let me tell you... that old saying "When a tree falls in the woods, and there is no one around to hear it, does it make a sound?"... well... if it falls at night... you certainly won't see it. It was PITCH black.
There was a sliver moon and it was reflecting through the trees and off the choppy water. It was really beautiful. The lights came back on for a short while at about half power. We should have used this time while we still had light to start packing things up, but silly girls that we are, we just sat around and told giggly stories until even that little bit of light abruptly ended.
Being that we rented a modern cabin that had electric baseboard heat, we didn't bring a heater of any kind, even though the cousin does own one. Since the cabin had a fridge, we didn't bring any ice for the coolers to keep the food cold. So there we sat in the warm glow of the propane lantern that I almost didn't bring, since we wouldn't need it in a modern cabin and all...while the kids got colder and the food got warmer.
Me and the cousin decide to call it a night because we will have to get up early in the morning to do the packing, since we didn't get to it after the kids were in bed. So, as I turn the knob on the lantern to off and the light dimmed out, we are suddenly realizing just how dark and how quiet this cabin is.
I laid there for a while, really unable to tell whether my eyes were open or closed because there was no difference between what I was looking at when they were closed to what I was looking at when they were open.
My son would roll over and clunk into the wall between the kids' room and our room, and I would open my eyes just to reassure myself that the noise wasn't coming from our room, and low and behold... it was pitch black.
I casually mention, without trying to sound like a total wuss, "Gee, it sure is dark. We could use one of those glow sticks huh?" Well the eagerness with which my cuz responded IMMEDIATELY that she would really feel better if we had one, let me know what I had to do.
So, I stealthily sneak into the room with the kids. My cousin's son was sleeping on top of his glow stick. My cousin's daughter was clutching hers. My daughter had hung her glow stick from the top bunk so it would hang where she could see it if she woke up. And there was my son, becoming one with the wall, as his light stick had fallen between the mattress and the bedrail on the other side of the bed. So I snagged it and scurry back over to the bedroom where my cuz was patiently waiting for me to return.
We realize the irony of two adults stealing a glow stick from a six year old... and commence high school girl caliber giggling. We giggled so hard we thought we might wake the kids, but we really couldn't stop.
The power came back on in the middle of the night, but we will forever remember our time in the dark, clutching that stolen glow stick like it was made of PURE gold! :rotflmao1: