... that I had the worst time ever ever ever ever ever ever?

Camping.

THE WORST.

Matt: "Honey, let's go camping with Lance and Renee this weekend!"

Me: "Honey, I am just BARELY starting to get over this cold that I've had for three weeks. I really don't want to go camping and risk getting sick again."

Matt: "But you never let us go camping."

Long discussion about how I ALWAYS let us go camping.

Matt: "Okay, I'm sorry. You do let us go camping. So, can we go camping if you feel better?"

Me: "Okay. If I feel better, we can talk about going camping. But how are we going to find them if we go down there?"

Matt: "They told me where they're going to be."

Me: "So we're just going to drive down there and try to find their campsite?"

Matt: "Yeah. I told them to call me if they go to another campsite."

Long discussion about what will happen if we can't find them.

Matt: "Honey, I told them to call me if they go to another campsite."

Me: "Okay. If that's your plan, we'll just see what happens."

And then this happened.

That is Matt sleeping in the front seat. And me trying to sleep in the back seat and taking pictures of him to keep myself from crying. Now let's back up to what lead us here.

As we are pulling out of the drive-thru with dinner:

Me: "So, how long is it to Moab?"

Matt: "Ummm... like three and a half hours."

Me: "WHAT??? It's 7:30!"

Matt: "Yep."

Me: "So we're going to get there at 11:00???"

Matt: "Um, yep."

Me: "So, we're just going to get to the campsite in the middle of the night, find their campsite, and set up our campsite IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?"

Matt: "Um, yep."

Me: "That is not okay!"

Matt: "It'll be fine!"

Long conversation about how this is not okay.

Me: "Okay fine. We'll set up camp in the middle of the night. But what happens if they're not even there??"

Matt: "They'll be there!"

Long conversation about what we will do if they are not there.

Me: "Okay. If we can't find them, you promise we'll go get a hotel or something?"

Matt: "Yes, we can do that. Is that okay?"

Me: "Well we're already on our way, so... whatever."

And then we got to Moab at 11:30. And then realized our campsite was still an hour away. And then Matt still really wanted to go camping. So we drove an hour to the campsite and SURPRISE!! Lance and Renee weren't there. And there weren't any open campsites, so we couldn't stay there anyway. And Matt felt so bad, we decided to drive an hour back to the city and get a hotel room. So we got back to Moab and SURPRISE AGAIN!! There were no rooms in Moab. AT ALL. There was some sort of convention or something and there were absolutely no hotel rooms left. So at 2:00 in the morning after 30 minutes of calling hotels, we finally decided to call it quits and sleep in the back seat of my car.

Matt felt so bad that it was hard to be mad at him. And it probably wouldn't have been that bad except I could NOT fall asleep. So I sat there in the back seat trying to fall asleep until 4:00 in the morning, when I finally decided to try laying out under the steering wheel. Then I fell asleep for approximately 3 hours before I woke up wide awake again. So we got up, ate some breakfast, and Matt very gingerly asked me if I wanted to see some sites before we drove home. We decided to drive through Arches so that the trip was not a total loss.

(Matt is grumpy in this pic cause I took some joke pictures first where the rock was not lined up at all. I thought it was funny. He did not.)

I have to admit, San Juan County is pretty beautiful. We drove all through Arches and even went on a few short walks, then decided it was time to head back into town for some lunch before we went home. And who should call the second we got into town but old Lancey himself. Turns out they went to the campsite but it was full, so they went to another one. But they never got into cell range so they couldn't call us. Figures. Matt was "pretty mad," (which, in his book, means he made a rude joke to Lance about it. So mad.) but we met them for lunch anyway and even went on one last short hike with them.

It was a 60 foot tall crack in the rock that had a few wooden branches wedged inside of it like a ladder. But this girl's limited athletic abilities were already tapped by lack of sleep, so I waited patiently at the bottom while the boys and Renee climbed up. After that, it was just a relaxing drive home and trying to forget it ever happened.

I told Matt there was one good thing that came out of this whole experience: he showed me that there are worse things than camping.

It's a good thing I love my husband.