Zip Zip

The last time Catherine and I went camping I noticed something…..a seemingly small noise that kept repeating itself. Sometimes long and drawn out, other times short and quick in a staccato style. In a round or cannon, with crescendos and decrescendos. Over and over again all around me with a grande finale just before bed.

I’m not talking about the sounds of frogs croaking or birds tweeting, I’m talking about zippers. Going to bed?

Unzip the vestibule.

Unzip the tent.

Enter tent.

Zip up tent.

Realize you left the vestibule unzipped.

Unzip tent.

Zip up vestibule.

Zip up tent.

Get changed.

Unzip backpack.

Pull out pajamas.

Unzip jeans.

Unzip fleece.

Put clothes in backpack.

Zip up backpack.

Unzip sleeping bag.

Get in.

Zip up sleeping bag.

Realize you forgot your socks.

Unzip sleeping bag.

Unzip backpack.

Find socks.

Zip up backpack.

Zip up sleeping bag.

And so on and so on. By the time Catherine and I were completely zipped in everything and everywhere I couldn’t help but laugh because I felt like I had just witnessed a symphony of zippers.

As an aside if you search zipper symphony on YouTube this is what you get….you’re welcome.