Yellow jackets are a likely source for the original idea of Satan. They are not ashamed of begging for your food and will follow you and land on you until you scream and/or fling your damn bagel just so they’ll leave you alone.
The sunset turns the boulder-spotted mountains surrounding you pink. It is spectacular. All the way.
The ground isn’t so uncomfortable.
It gets alarmingly cold at night in the desert. Don’t let the lovely evenings fool you; by midnight you’ll be shuffling back to the car in the dark to dig out the other blankets.
The Milky Way is far more glittering and fantastic than you remembered. The night sky, unhindered by city lights, never fails to amaze.
Waking up two young children at 3am to watch shooting stars is, actually, the best idea ever. No sarcasm here. It was simply wonderful.
Just because San Diego doesn’t have bears doesn’t mean you should leave scraps of food around. We were visited by coyotes or foxes, raccoons, and in the early morning hours, a murder of crows.
Thinking it would be awesome to wake everyone up by yelling about the murder of crows will get you called a nerd by your husband. But probably because you did not act on this idea. If you had, you would likely have been called worse things.
Roasted scorched marshmallows make a fantastic breakfast.
It is probably wiser to go for your morning walk amongst the fire ants in hiking shoes instead of flip flops. This was not, thankfully, learned the hard way. It is merely an observation (that will likely go unheeded in the future).
Giant boulders sparkle like vampires in the sun.
There is great power in rocks of the earth, but even more so when they have formed themselves into a sort of natural Stonehenge.
No amount of coffee will wake you up after a night of little sleep when the weather is dry.
Lunch inside a sweltering tent is way better than being mobbed, again, by yellow jackets. Sweating will always win over those jerks.
Camping, even for just one night, is worth every bit of hard work. Every bit.