Preparing for Camping- Coch-Style

This week my family is camping in the heart of Central Oregon at a little campground called Billy Chinook. I won’t be joining them till Thursday due to school and work. So naturally, I believe I can be excluded from the packing duties. If you saw how much we had to pack, you would do anything to excuse yourself as well. My mother packs for camping trips as if we’re moving to this destination. Permanently. We definitely have enough food to feed a moderately sized African country. Which, in actuality, is probably a good thing since my Dad’s whole family will be joining us later. My grandma can really eat when she wants to.

And, out of the goodness of my heart, I did make a small contribution and packed a few chairs into the trailer. But sadly, that was the extent of my assistance when it came to preparing for this trip. I was far too busy with other things like taking saunas, laying on our trampoline, and working on my sixpack. Oh well, they somehow managed without me.

Things started to take a turn for the worse though after my dad had announced that while he was giving the dogs their daily food and water, he happened to step in dog shit. This would not have been so bad if he had found that out BEFORE he walked around the house for about 15 minutes. Apparently, my dad’s sense of smell is delayed for that long of time. Everyone now proceeds with caution around the house and is sure to have dad wipe the remains off whenever found. The family will be leaving tomorrow round ten so realistically 11 and I will be house-sitting with my Uncle Justin. And his Chinese-Mail-Order Bride, Moo-Young. Exciting times ahead I tell you.