With riding, camping is almost a given. Something about freedom. Now, I get the concept, but those who know me know that I like my comforts. I'm getting a tad nervous, because apparently Chris is serious about the camping.We made a trip to Wal-Mart, and he found the tent he wanted. I walked over to the air mattresses. He asked me if I was serious. I said, yes, if I'm going to camp, then there will be an air mattress involved.
I asked about the handy dandy pump that they were selling so conveniently next to the mattresses, and I was told that the Ural came with a bicycle pump. I asked how long it would take to get it pumped up with that. I received a vague answer, but okay - he knows what's what.
So, after we get back from the ride, he decides to pitch the tent. An hour and a half later, he comes back inside. He said "Tent, 10 minutes, air mattress an hour, plus". He was planning to camp in the backyard. He asked if I was going to join him. I told him, nope, it still wasn't warm enough in my book for camping.
This morning, he was grateful for the air mattress, is planning on buying that pump we discussed and thoroughly enjoyed sleeping outside.
He's been researching state parks and campgrounds. Did my life just change?


















