We're camping this weekend, so we've spent the evening packing up and washing clothes and linens and getting our shit together. I hate this part of camping.
I enjoy the drive up, for the most part, except I'm always anxious to get there. And then I hate the setting up. It's so much work.
But then I love what comes next. I love the sitting around the fire, the kinship between friends, the cooking, the eating, the drinking, the talking, the quiet - OH, I love the quiet. I love being where I don't get a signal on my Blackberry. I love listening to the birds and the trees and the water and the fire and my friends.
It makes the hard work worthwhile, I guess. But then we have to pack up to come home. And then the drive home. And then unpacking and laundry. And it's SO hard.
Can't get something for nothing, right?