Roughing It Part 2: Officially Old

Luckily we were able to roll-over our tent-site deposit towards the cost of our room, which was more than adequate (it had BEDS! and PILLOWS! and a BATHTUB!) and certainly an upgrade from tent-site #44 and our "haram-tented" neighbors with their decorative christmas lights.

After settling in we made our way to the pool area, which proved to have three pools all of varying depths. Our selection of course: the 8" deep kiddie pool. Believe me, I have my doubts about kiddie pools: they are probably not the cleanest ever, but this kiddie pool was devoid of kiddies, so at least I had the illusion of cleanliness. After our splash time was over, we were reminded yet, again why we were glad to have chosen the motel room: a bathtub. We washed all the slathered suntan lotion and kiddie cooties off Sophia, and had a happy, clean and sweet smelling baby (something we would not have had if we had stuck with the tent).

Later that night I became even more grateful that we opted to abandon "camping" for "motel-ing" when after we put Sophia to bed, loud music blared from the tent-site side of the campground. A "noise curfew" was posted in the campground rules, but did not appear to be strictly enforced. Thankfully the walls of our motel room deadened the noise enough that Sophia got a good nights sleep, and so did we.

On the drive home, Mark and I kept congratulating ourselves on our decision to go with the motel room.

Me: "I'm so glad we got a motel room."

Mark: "Me too."

Me: "Can you imagine?!? I bet you they were up really late laughing loud too. Sophia never would have gotten any sleep!"

Mark: "Neither would we."

Me: "And that music was so loud? They were probably all drunk too."

Mark: "Well, how else would you cope with camping?"

Me: "I suppose…if we didn't have Sophia…we'd be doing the same thing."

Mark: "I guess we're officially old."