October 5, 2006
I’ll try it!
Although this statement may seem more the result of a chocolate-induced hallucination, or simply a trip out of reality, the bottom line is that it's all true.
I, Caroline, the lover of sleeping in, the guru of late nights, the "midnight is early" girl, saw Saturday before noon came around. How did I get into this predicament, one might ask? Was I possessed by an evil spirit? No. Was I pulling an all-nighter and just never went to bed? Not quite. The answer is that I was awake that early on a weekend because I had a boyfriend.
So now you're wondering how those two things go hand in hand? Well, we had reached "that place," the place all new relationships reach at one point or another, that spot where your mutual likes have reached an end, and you start hearing yourself say, "I'll try that" to your significant other's idea of fun.
We all know and have been at "that place," where a die-hard sports fan might find himself or herself taping a game or favorite TV show so they can go to their significant other's family gathering. A person who isn't overly fond of the beach might start trudging through the sand because it's their honey's favorite place in the whole wide world. A picky eater might take small bites of unappealing foods without admitting their distaste.
This is when we are testing our own comfort zones. When the person we're dating mentions the word "hiking" or "musical," do we shudder, scream and run in the opposite direction? Or do we slowly push ourselves and try that something new. When my boyfriend first mentioned camping, I won't lie: I definitely hesitated. At first I found the suggestion more comical than anything else.
Me, camping? Are you serious?
Now I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I happen to love nature. But I tend to enjoy taking pictures of nature more than, say, living in nature. I'd rather watch the National Geographic channel on the couch than sleep on the ground in the woods.
But after "I'll try it" slipped out of my mouth, I soon found myself experiencing my first "true to life; sleep in a tent; live with nature; no hot water; cook your food; granola bar for breakfast; what's that noise in the bushes ... did you hear that, too?" camping trip.
The good news was that my boyfriend had picked a spot that was simply stunning. Our campsite was steps from the ocean, with a backdrop of bright green hills covered with yellow wildflowers. As we took in the sunset barefoot on the beach, I remember thinking, "If this is camping, I can deal with it."
As the night went on, it seemed that I was not only tolerating camping, but, dare I say, actually enjoying it. The night sky was just amazing. I saw a sea of stars, and could even see them twinkling in different colors.
Although I was slightly sleep deprived by the end of the weekend, I had to agree with my boyfriend that camping can be a very relaxing experience. I had pushed outside of my comfort zone, falling asleep to the sounds of the ocean, the wind and the gazillion or so frogs living in the stream right behind the campsite. I can honestly say that I truly enjoyed myself.
The thing about reaching "I'll try it" is that you are daring to imagine that things can work out for the best, and that you can add another activity to the list of common likes.
So will I go camping again? Sure. But if he thinks he's ever going to get me to try and actually like hiking, he's got another think coming.