Camping....well trying to

John and I have been wanting to camp for awhile now. We got a great tent from Emily and Andrea so we packed up the dogs for a trip to Wyoming. Cheyenne is about 2 hours North. I found this great campsite on-line. It is called the Terry Bison Ranch. So I booked us a tent spot. We took enough gear to survive a wilderness trip for two weeks. I told John, "this seems like a lot of work for one night of camping!" We got to our "campsite" at about 1:00 PM. We located what you might call a tree, but I think it was just a glorified bush. We set up our tent in the 83* blazing sun. I wither. I can't do heat. Give me freezing temperatures and a blanket and I'll make it - if I sweat, it's over. Thankfully we had eaten at Carl's Jr (an amazing place) on the way up, because tired AND hungry do not a happy Bethany make. So we set the tent up and decided to drive into Cheyenne. As this is the capitol of Wyoming you'd think there might be at least one redeeming quality - we didn't find it. We were at a park for an hour or so, ate at Baskin Robbins, couldn't find a restroom to save our lives, and then we went back to the campground. We were hungry again (no shocker) and so we decided to start up the grill. Watching my Dad with his beloved charcoal my whole life, this wasn't an issue. I had it done in seconds. After a little bit I put the "burgers" on to cook. They were already thawed so it took about 5 minutes (John didn't realize they were chedder veggie burgers), then it started to rain. We had our table all set up with the tablecloth and everything, but we had to move it in the tent. Anyone who knows Ginger and Mya knows they can't resist trying to eat the food out of your hand, or mouth, or bowl whatever the case may be. So we had to lock them in their cage while we ate. We didn't have anything but condiments to top the burgers, but they were fine. Then we ate smores (which was the highlight) and layed down to sleep. We slept for about an hour before the fierce wind began to blow. Mya was happily curled next to me in my sweatshirt, but she couldn't even sleep through the gale force winds that threatened to blow us away like Dorothy and Toto in Kansas. The sides of the tent were dipping down and all became quite scary. We decided to quickly get the tent down before it got dark. We set up our sleeping bags in the car to spend the night, but I decided I'd had enough of camping for one day. We called my Mom and Dad and drove about 45 minutes to a warm bed, a bathroom connected to our bedroom, and fresh cold water. My kind of "camping." I promise I'll go camping again, but I want a tree, possibly a lake, and a campfire. Our love affair with Wyoming is over for now. This was one of those amazing trips that we'll never forget, and I had fun hanging out with my husband and our babies.