Against Mother Nature

[orlyscaligrl]

Against Mother Nature

“Dad, why we do have to go on this stupid trip? Why can’t we just go to Magic Mountain or Knotts Berry Farm?” my 7-year-old son, Caden Lachey complained. It was Friday morning and I had planned for my son and me to go on this camping trip in Sequoia National Park for three days.
“Of course we have to son. I have planned this for a month now. We cannot just turn it down ,” I replied. “Besides it’s going to be fun. Just the two of us sleeping under the stars and sitting around the camp fire and fishing and roughing in the woods. But most of all, we will be bonding together.”
“But Dad, there will no TV and no computer and no videogames,” Caden whined. I sighed.
“Son, there is more to life than all your electronics,” I pointed out. Ever since my son was born, he had been pretty spoiled mostly by his grandparents and his mother who would buy him all the toys he wanted in the world considering that my wife, Jessica and I are rich and famous celebrities. So I decided to take him on this camping trip in order to appreciate life’s simplicity. An hour later, we said goodbye to Jessica and we went into the car and drove off. During the car ride, my son did not appear to be talkative for he kept staring out of the window the entire time so I tried to strike a conversation.
“So you excited to spend time with your old man?” I asked with a smile hoping he would at least give me an answer.
“No,” he said bluntly. Well at least that was better than him not speaking to me at all.
“You know when I was a boy, I used to love camping with my dad. We would sit around the fire and tell each other ghost stories and roast hot smores,” I said trying to get him interested. “We had a great time.”
“Yes, but video games and TV were not invented back when you were my age,” he replied.
“Unfortunately son, you are wrong. There was TV and video games back then just not many channels and games as now,” I stated.
“Whatever Dad,” Caden answered sounding frustrated. “This is going to be one boring trip.”
“Well you certainly are going to change your mind once this trip is over. Then you will be begging me to take you again,” I [arse]ured him.
“Yeah right.” Before long, we arrived at Sequoia Park. We got out of the car and took out our bags and the camping equipment. We walked to the administration area to find out our camping spot and we took a really short hike towards our camping ground. However, the short walk seemed like a long one to Caden. He kept saying “Are we there yet?” every five seconds, which was a bit annoying.
“Well here we are son,” I said as we entered our camping ground at last. The scenery was just beautiful. The trees were unbelievably tall and huge. The sky was clear and the sun was bright. The air was cool and fresh and smelled sweet like honey. “What do you think of this landscape that we have in front of us?” My son just stared at our camping ground.
“It’s ok,” he said uninterested. I knew I had to find some way to get him excited. So I suggested we should set up camp together. “Dad, I’m tired. The walk here was so long. Can we just rest a little bit?” he begged.
“Alright,” I agreed. I had to admit I was pretty worn out too. Caden sat down on a stump while I sat down on a rock.
“Dad, I’m starving,” Caden said after awhile
“Well if you want food, we’d have to go fishing so we better pitch the tent,” I told him. Caden sighed.
“All right.” We got up and began pitching the tent. To my surprise, Caden picked up my instructions fairly quickly and we had the tent ready in 15 minutes. He was probably really hungry. After that, we took out our fishing gear and sauntered toward the lake. We found a good spot to fish and I began setting up both of our fishing poles. Then, we both cast our lines into the lake. So far, we had not caught anything yet. Caden was getting impatient. “Dad, when is the fish going to come?” he asked brusquely.
“Be patient, son. The fish will come before you know it.” Then, all of a sudden, Caden’s line began moving.
“Dad! The line is moving!” Caden said anxiously. I immediately dropped my pole and went behind him and we both held the line and I began bringing it in. It was difficult at first for the fish kept swishing and swishing. Then all of a sudden, the line just flung me off the ground and I flew into the lake. I landed face down in the water. I stood up and was soaking wet. Fortunately I still had the line so I pulled and pulled harder and finally caught a grip of the fish. However the fish tried to break loose so I ended up wrestling with it. But I finally got a firm grip on the fish and showed it to Caden. Caden appeared to be laughing, which was surprising because I thought it would be embarr[arse]ing. He helped me out and I showed him what he caught. Boy! The fish was a big one! The fish was one large golden trout. I told Caden to get the bucket and fill it with water and I put the fish inside. “Wow I can’t believe I caught that!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“I can’t believe you caught that either son. I’m proud of you,” I said with a smile. My eyes were twinkling.
“You’re proud of me Dad?” Caden looked up surprised.
“Yes I am son. I am proud of you,” I repeated.
“Even, after I was being a jerk of not being excited about this camping trip?”
“Son I’ll always be proud of you no matter what,” I said. I dried off in the sun. Then we shared a long embrace and began catching more fish. We caught about three more fishes and headed back to camp. We collected some wood and made a fire. I cleaned each fish and put them in a frying pan and put it over the fire. Things seemed to get better.
“Dad, my shoes are covered with mud,” Caden whined once he found his shoes dirty. Maybe I spoke to soon. I walked over to Caden who was trying to get the mud off his shoes.
“It’s ok Caden. You just change your shoes.”
“But Dad, I just got these last week,” Caden whined. Boy! Was he like his mother!
“It’s ok. We can clean them when we go home,” I said trying to be calm. I helped him change his shoes to his brown boots. I put his shoes by the tent.
“Dad, can you put my shoes in the bear bin?” he asked.
“Caden, the bears are not going to eat your shoes,” I said now beginning to get frustrated. But I decided to go along with it in order for him to stop whining. All of a sudden, I smelled something burning. I immediately turned around and saw the fish were on fire. I panicked and instantly got the fish out of the pan with a stick and threw on the floor and stamped on the fire with my shoe. “Well that’s one burnt fish,” I commented. “But at least we caught a lot just in case.”
“Um dad, I think they took our fish,” Caden said pointing at two black bears who stole our fish from the table where I put them. I became even more frustrated and angry as I watched as they took our fish away. I knew they would maul me if I tried to catch the fish from them. But then I remembered some food I had packed in the cooler in case of emergency. I went over to the cooler and took out the food and soon Caden and I finally had a good meal. Then I taught Caden how to make smores and roasted them over the fire. All of a sudden, a wolf began howling. Caden nearly fell of his chair. “What was that?”
“That was just the wolf howling,” I [arse]ured him. “Don’t worry he won’t come here to eat us.”
“Oh ok,” Caden sighed with relief. We then began eating our smores.
“Well son, are you enjoying the trip so far?” I asked as we munched on the smores.
“Yeah. It’s ok despite the disasters we had,” Caden commented.
“True. Well I’m glad you are having a good time,” I said smiling at him. “At least it did not rain.” Then, all of a sudden, we heard a loud thunderclap and it began pouring. I spoke too soon again! Caden and I immediately took the smores and immediately went into the tent and huddled under the sleeping bags.
“Um Dad, I need to go to the bathroom,” Caden said after awhile. I sighed knowing the bathroom was a long walk away.
“All right.” We got out of the tent and walked in the cold wet rain towards the restroom and back. Water was soaking every part of our body. Our shoes were getting muddy. We were freezing. Our teeth were clenching. This was turning out to be one bad camping trip.
“I’m sorry Dad,” Caden said once we huddled under the sleeping bags again. “For everything.” I stared down at my son and smiled.
“It’s ok son. It’s not all your fault. Mother nature just did not want us to go camping,” I said. Then I began telling him about the camping trip I took with my wife, my brother and my sister-in-law and my wife took her expensive Louis Voutton bag and how she complained about everything and she did not really do anything to help. Caden then began laughing.
“Wow. Mom is worse than me,” Caden said laughing.
“Yeah,” I laughed.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we go on another camping trip?”
“Sure.”

[LovingAngels07]

I liked this fic, it was cute and I liked how it centered on Nick and his son...

[xminniex1967]

Originally posted by orlyscaligrl@3/4/05, 01:44am
Against Mother Nature

“Dad, why we do have to go on this stupid trip? Why can’t we just go to Magic Mountain or Knotts Berry Farm?” my 7-year-old son, Caden Lachey complained. It was Friday morning and I had planned for my son and me to go on this camping trip in Sequoia National Park for three days.
“Of course we have to son. I have planned this for a month now. We cannot just turn it down ,” I replied. “Besides it’s going to be fun. Just the two of us sleeping under the stars and sitting around the camp fire and fishing and roughing in the woods. But most of all, we will be bonding together.”
“But Dad, there will no TV and no computer and no videogames,” Caden whined. I sighed.
“Son, there is more to life than all your electronics,” I pointed out. Ever since my son was born, he had been pretty spoiled mostly by his grandparents and his mother who would buy him all the toys he wanted in the world considering that my wife, Jessica and I are rich and famous celebrities. So I decided to take him on this camping trip in order to appreciate life’s simplicity. An hour later, we said goodbye to Jessica and we went into the car and drove off. During the car ride, my son did not appear to be talkative for he kept staring out of the window the entire time so I tried to strike a conversation.
“So you excited to spend time with your old man?” I asked with a smile hoping he would at least give me an answer.
“No,” he said bluntly. Well at least that was better than him not speaking to me at all.
“You know when I was a boy, I used to love camping with my dad. We would sit around the fire and tell each other ghost stories and roast hot smores,” I said trying to get him interested. “We had a great time.”
“Yes, but video games and TV were not invented back when you were my age,” he replied.
“Unfortunately son, you are wrong. There was TV and video games back then just not many channels and games as now,” I stated.
“Whatever Dad,” Caden answered sounding frustrated. “This is going to be one boring trip.”
“Well you certainly are going to change your mind once this trip is over. Then you will be begging me to take you again,” I [arse]ured him.
“Yeah right.” Before long, we arrived at Sequoia Park. We got out of the car and took out our bags and the camping equipment. We walked to the administration area to find out our camping spot and we took a really short hike towards our camping ground. However, the short walk seemed like a long one to Caden. He kept saying “Are we there yet?” every five seconds, which was a bit annoying.
“Well here we are son,” I said as we entered our camping ground at last. The scenery was just beautiful. The trees were unbelievably tall and huge. The sky was clear and the sun was bright. The air was cool and fresh and smelled sweet like honey. “What do you think of this landscape that we have in front of us?” My son just stared at our camping ground.
“It’s ok,” he said uninterested. I knew I had to find some way to get him excited. So I suggested we should set up camp together. “Dad, I’m tired. The walk here was so long. Can we just rest a little bit?” he begged.
“Alright,” I agreed. I had to admit I was pretty worn out too. Caden sat down on a stump while I sat down on a rock.
“Dad, I’m starving,” Caden said after awhile
“Well if you want food, we’d have to go fishing so we better pitch the tent,” I told him. Caden sighed.
“All right.” We got up and began pitching the tent. To my surprise, Caden picked up my instructions fairly quickly and we had the tent ready in 15 minutes. He was probably really hungry. After that, we took out our fishing gear and sauntered toward the lake. We found a good spot to fish and I began setting up both of our fishing poles. Then, we both cast our lines into the lake. So far, we had not caught anything yet. Caden was getting impatient. “Dad, when is the fish going to come?” he asked brusquely.
“Be patient, son. The fish will come before you know it.” Then, all of a sudden, Caden’s line began moving.
“Dad! The line is moving!” Caden said anxiously. I immediately dropped my pole and went behind him and we both held the line and I began bringing it in. It was difficult at first for the fish kept swishing and swishing. Then all of a sudden, the line just flung me off the ground and I flew into the lake. I landed face down in the water. I stood up and was soaking wet. Fortunately I still had the line so I pulled and pulled harder and finally caught a grip of the fish. However the fish tried to break loose so I ended up wrestling with it. But I finally got a firm grip on the fish and showed it to Caden. Caden appeared to be laughing, which was surprising because I thought it would be embarr[arse]ing. He helped me out and I showed him what he caught. Boy! The fish was a big one! The fish was one large golden trout. I told Caden to get the bucket and fill it with water and I put the fish inside. “Wow I can’t believe I caught that!” he exclaimed excitedly.
“I can’t believe you caught that either son. I’m proud of you,” I said with a smile. My eyes were twinkling.
“You’re proud of me Dad?” Caden looked up surprised.
“Yes I am son. I am proud of you,” I repeated.
“Even, after I was being a jerk of not being excited about this camping trip?”
“Son I’ll always be proud of you no matter what,” I said. I dried off in the sun. Then we shared a long embrace and began catching more fish. We caught about three more fishes and headed back to camp. We collected some wood and made a fire. I cleaned each fish and put them in a frying pan and put it over the fire. Things seemed to get better.
“Dad, my shoes are covered with mud,” Caden whined once he found his shoes dirty. Maybe I spoke to soon. I walked over to Caden who was trying to get the mud off his shoes.
“It’s ok Caden. You just change your shoes.”
“But Dad, I just got these last week,” Caden whined. Boy! Was he like his mother!
“It’s ok. We can clean them when we go home,” I said trying to be calm. I helped him change his shoes to his brown boots. I put his shoes by the tent.
“Dad, can you put my shoes in the bear bin?” he asked.
“Caden, the bears are not going to eat your shoes,” I said now beginning to get frustrated. But I decided to go along with it in order for him to stop whining. All of a sudden, I smelled something burning. I immediately turned around and saw the fish were on fire. I panicked and instantly got the fish out of the pan with a stick and threw on the floor and stamped on the fire with my shoe. “Well that’s one burnt fish,” I commented. “But at least we caught a lot just in case.”
“Um dad, I think they took our fish,” Caden said pointing at two black bears who stole our fish from the table where I put them. I became even more frustrated and angry as I watched as they took our fish away. I knew they would maul me if I tried to catch the fish from them. But then I remembered some food I had packed in the cooler in case of emergency. I went over to the cooler and took out the food and soon Caden and I finally had a good meal. Then I taught Caden how to make smores and roasted them over the fire. All of a sudden, a wolf began howling. Caden nearly fell of his chair. “What was that?”
“That was just the wolf howling,” I [arse]ured him. “Don’t worry he won’t come here to eat us.”
“Oh ok,” Caden sighed with relief. We then began eating our smores.
“Well son, are you enjoying the trip so far?” I asked as we munched on the smores.
“Yeah. It’s ok despite the disasters we had,” Caden commented.
“True. Well I’m glad you are having a good time,” I said smiling at him. “At least it did not rain.” Then, all of a sudden, we heard a loud thunderclap and it began pouring. I spoke too soon again! Caden and I immediately took the smores and immediately went into the tent and huddled under the sleeping bags.
“Um Dad, I need to go to the bathroom,” Caden said after awhile. I sighed knowing the bathroom was a long walk away.
“All right.” We got out of the tent and walked in the cold wet rain towards the restroom and back. Water was soaking every part of our body. Our shoes were getting muddy. We were freezing. Our teeth were clenching. This was turning out to be one bad camping trip.
“I’m sorry Dad,” Caden said once we huddled under the sleeping bags again. “For everything.” I stared down at my son and smiled.
“It’s ok son. It’s not all your fault. Mother nature just did not want us to go camping,” I said. Then I began telling him about the camping trip I took with my wife, my brother and my sister-in-law and my wife took her expensive Louis Voutton bag and how she complained about everything and she did not really do anything to help. Caden then began laughing.
“Wow. Mom is worse than me,” Caden said laughing.
“Yeah,” I laughed.
“Dad?”
“Yeah?”
“Can we go on another camping trip?”
“Sure.”
you go girl this is so cute :kissie: :tongue: keep it coming with the stories