Monday, April 20, 2009

Ahhh, but to camp.

I love camping, the smell of wood smoke, communing with nature, long walks in the woods, drinking too much beer, dancing naked around the campfire under the stars.
A few years ago I bought a pop-up camper. After a lifetime of tenting, sleeping on the ground and feeling like a sponge after a big rain, I decided I really wanted a bit more comfort. I felt conflicted, having been a diehard camping snob, (if you can't carry it on your back, it ain't camping), so I compromised. I found this little trailer, basically a tent on wheels, and which complimented my thrifty nature perfectly. There's no stove or fridge or toilet or shower, nothing the bigger campers have, but it does have lots of storage and a mattress and a roof. I just love it, (screw all you camping snobs, I know you're secretly envious). The first time I was camping in a downpour, snug in my bunk, listening to the sound of the rain cascading off the canvas, I knew I had made the right decision. Now, about those bears...


  1. My kids want to go camping.

    There's lots of poisonous snakes and spiders in North Carolina. Also, a lot of really big millipedes, which creep me the eff out.

    This might be the way to go, I'm thinking.

  2. Big F wants me to go camping. I would need the huge home on wheels, I ain't gonna lie. Too many snakes, bugs, snakes here.....Lordy me.....I skeeve just thinking about it.

    And that bear sign.....I peed my pants.


  3. Snake fear is alive and well here I see. Sista's got it twice.

  4. I shall go camping ONLY when there is hot and cold running water, king sized beds and room service and when there ISN'T big icky bugs and huge bears that most probably want to eat me for breakfast.

    Yes, I'm a wuss