Helen van Berkel is well prepared for a camping weekend with teens at Martins Bay and takes everything but the plastic box.
Preparedness, willingness to learn and the ability to herd cats are the keys to camping successfully with teenagers.
The weekend away revolved around a camping/surfing trip to Tawharanui Regional Park, north of Auckland. I had GrabOne vouchers and a teen daughter keen to surf. Then she wanted to bring a friend. Sure. Which friend? I didn't care, as long as she was a good girl. And a girl. We ended up with two extras. Plus their mum. Plus a cousin. But I was prepared: my three-room tent was designed for inevitable hangers-on.
So, on a hot, sunny weekend we loaded the car with a shocking amount of luggage and headed to Martins Bay, on the Mahurangi East peninsula. Although we'd picked our weekend perfectly, our site was ankle-deep in mud after previous rain and, the campground being full, we had to sling up our tent as far back on the site as possible to avoid the quagmire. Fortunately, I was prepared for that, and a blue path of plastic floor squares gave us a relatively dry entry to our Kiwi paradise.
Pitching a tent is a true test of the depths of your love for your nearest and dearest. I have been known to threaten violence with tent poles so have instituted a no-talking rule. We lay out the tent, assemble the poles and put them where they have to be, place the pegs in place and silently put it all together. Voila. No screaming hissy fits or phone calls to CYFS.