Sante and I headed out for a quick weekend of camping about a month ago. We drove the five-hour trip after work, which meant we sat in traffic, but it was all worth it to head to the wilderness for some real heat, river swimming and mountain biking.
When we rolled in around midnight, Sante and I got to work. We’ve got a pretty good system for getting things set up; we can usually have everything all ready to go in less than 30 minutes, drink a beer and settle in.
Things didn’t go quite that way this time.
Sante: Where’s the tote? Did you pack it?
Me: Silence. I don’t know. Is it not back there? (As if it would be somewhere else in the truck.)
Me: Shit. What was in there?
Sante: The tent and sleeping bags.
After a few moments of being completely perplexed, (“How could you not pack it?”) he cracked a beer and said, “People in third world countries do this all the time.”
That night, we cobbled together the weirdest assortment of “blankets” borrowing heavily from the seat covers and bath towels. We also slept in all of our clothes.
The next day I went into town to buy some blankets and ended up making a new friend who let me borrow her sleeping bags, and coincidentally is living in my dream house.
Oh, and she needs some marketing help. Did I mind doing it in trade for time at her cabin in the place we adore? Um, yes?
Why is it the best stories come out of the worst situations? It’s true! It never fails to amaze me how people look back fondly at what they were so frustrated with at the time.
I really think these situations galvanize us, change us in a way that sticks with us. I’m not saying I want these sort of things to happen, but when they do I’ve really learned to try to take it in stride. Of course, I was all about making the good out of our situation, but I would’ve never guessed it woulda turned out that good!
Do you have one of those stories? I’m pretty sure we all do. Do you see it in a rosy light? Why or why not?