We went camping Friday night. It was exciting, cold, simple, exhausting, complex, centering, humbling, peaceful, crazy, and cold. I can't help all those contradictions. Somehow it was both ends of the spectrum. Chris and I both thought, in the middle of the night when both kids were inconsolably crying, "lets never do this again" and yet I'm already thinking about our next camping trip. There is some need to be out in the wild with the wind, darkness, moss-covered trees, leaf and pine needle strewn paths, and clean air. I just need to wait until it is a bit warmer (unless we get better gear) to satisfy that need. So, notes to Next-Year-Self: Yes, it is still too cold to go camping in March ... even in California. No, not even bringing every blanket you own will help. Yes, it was a good idea to cook your dinner and freeze it before hand. No, you can't count on there being firewood at the campsite.