I know that there are thousands of you out there who enjoy camping and being one with nature and all that.
I'm not one of you.
Granted, I haven't truly camped since I was a little girl in the 70s when my parents loaded up the Volkswagon camper and we set out to some woodsy campground.
My memory of that trip? Losing one sandal in the very fast moving creek water.
That is all I remember.
I imagine camping to be something like this:
Pack your stuff
Pack your food
Pack your towels
Pack your toilet paper
Pack your soap
Pack your dishes
Pack your utensils
Pack your dish soap
Pack your bug spray
Drive to camp site
Unpack your food
Unpack your dishes
Unpack your utensils
Remember that you forgot charcoal.
And a lighter.
Bum some from another camper or run down to Walmart (see, there's another reason right there)
Dispose of everything far away to discourage wildlife.
Go to sleep.
This does not seem like fun to me at all. Not one little bit. It seems like a lot of work.
I can do that at home.
I like being home. My things are here. I love my bed.
My cushy, squishy, memory foam bed.
Am I right? Is this what camping is like?
Share your thoughts.