Glamping and a Campy Confession

   

I have a confession to make.....I don't love camping. There, I said it. Don't get me wrong, I actually found it adventurous and exciting as a kid. Maybe it was the ever present nosing around of the bears at Yosemite sniffing around our tents, ready to break into our cars if they found a stray candy wrapper, that put me off. Maybe it was the time I had an unfortunate stomach flu as a toddler and the family hysterically reminisces about frequent naked  dunks in the Yosemite River to clean me up. I can only imagine.......

My husband seems to recall that I said I liked camping during our dating phase. Hmmm..... I know I said I like Steve Young (SF 49er) but does that mean I love football? Sort of, in a roundabout way, this is the truth.  I like the outdoors, I love a gorgeous view and fresh air. House-boating is a blast and I love jumping off the roof into the lake and skiing all day. I only have 2 big issues with camping: the dirt (is everywhere) and it's so unfortunate to wake up in the middle of the night and trudge to find the facilities....did I mention the dirt? For our first Father's Day, as newlyweds, I went along with the myth and bought a tent set for my husband. One large and one small ( so my new step-daughters/Scott's girls and we could camp together).  Thanks, I know, it was a thoughtful gift......... We went once, to the beach for camping. I prefer sand to dirt any day so I think it was a wise choice. Indeed there were some cool walks, a gorgeous fire, lots of singing, guitar playing and stories around the fire. It was nice...

Now this glamping thing looks promising.......

 

 

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Enhanced by ZemantaHow about you? Are you more of a down and dirty camper or verging on a glamper, like me?

 

Cheers,

Heather