Port Burwell, the end to camping in 2007

I have to say I had a really miserable time camping last weekend.  It rained all day the last day we were there.  Ruth and I got to the campsite (which was a replacement for Springwater, as apparently it was fully booked for one day) early on the Friday (7th September), and I only managed to set up the tent before I had to lay down and get some sleep.  I had worked all night and so when mid day came I needed to sleep.  I think I slept for an hour total that day.  Ruth set up the rest of the campsite, and we were all ready for the kids to come.  Ashton and Emily arrived later in the day.  They were alright, but I was just miserable.  I was so exhausted, I didn't even want to tell any spooky stories for the kids.  I just wanted to be left alone.  Fucking miserable was all I was.  Finally I got to sleep around 11pm that night after a short campfire.  I slept alright except I was going to the washroom a lot, so that kind of broken my sleep.  I think I had some kind of UTI or something.  I only had one beer, so it wasn't that at all.

The next day arrives and I am still a misery.  We got to the beach around 2pm that afternoon.  It was cloudy but hot.  We took scamp our dog to the dog beach side.  I didn't wear anything to swim in the water with, but I got soaked nevertheless.  That made me more miserable!  Fuck, I should have just not gone.  So anyways I get miserable and start acting like an asshole, wanting to get off the beach after an hour and a half.  It was hot, I was just exhausted and I needed sleep again.  I had little to no patience for the kids at this point, or for anyone else for that matter.  We got back to the campsite and I slept for a couple of hours.  I felt a little better but deep down upset I missed the evening closing the day, so I woke up when it was touching dark.  But again I was still miserable at this time.  I had a drink to see if that settled me down.  Nope.  I still felt out of sorts.  I even ended up scaring the kids with a very scary story.  Sorry Ashton.  This all probably makes me sound like an ass, but I was that weekend.

We ended up putting all the camping stuff away whilst it was raining.  Because it fucking rained hard all night, and it didn't stop all Sunday.  Fuck, so naturally I was fucking super miserable!  FUCK!  At this point I was worried I had something going on with me.  Maybe I am some kind of fucked up person in the head sometime, just plain miserable to be around?  But I think I had a UTI to be very honest with you.  I am much better now.  I feel better and not so down and easily upset.  Anyways my wife was not too happy or impressed by me at all.  I apologized to her on the Tuesday Morning after work.  That is how long it took me to overcome these feelings.

So the camping ended on a complete and utter downer, but the campsite was very good.  Possibly better than Springwater.  Great facilities for camping, lots of showers, nice clean toilets, and great staff who actually did regular checks on the campers.  Overall the best campsite I went to this year.