Two weeks ago, I took Silkworm on his first camping trip, and since I was zonked from work and we didn't come totally prepared, we used most of our time to plan for our next trip, which happened to be this weekend at a campground on the beach, as opposed to a campground with a beach.
Even with two weeks worth of planning, we still didn't get to doing 90% of our to-do list. We did, however, almost spend the night at the campground--we made it to snuggling up under one measly sleeping bag as the temperature started to drop to 40 degrees in the darkness--but then Madre said she couldn't get comfortable, and knowing Saturday would have been a wasted day if we both weren't well-slept, we decided to head home and then returned at 5:30 AM the next day to catch the sunrise and search for sneaky critters.
I think it was the waking-up-at-5:00 AM that sucked my energy reserves dry for the rest of Saturday, but catching the sunrise was so worth it. Even leaving at 10:30 PM the night before was worth it because we got to see a fox on our way out, rummaging through some careless camper's garbage for a split second before it darted for the bushes once it realized it was glowing in our headlights. The deer that I photographed, on the other hand, are a common sight at that beach. Ignorant people are silly enough to feed them, so they're very accustomed to being surrounded by humans.
Now, at the moment, we haven't got any other camping reservations scheduled or written on the calendar to look forward to, but Madre and I have been eagerly discussing tent camping lately, and I assume, since the weather's warming up, the three of us--her, Silkworm, and I--will be spontaneously pitching our tents at a campground in no time.