I’ll admit that I’m not a “camping” kind of person. A week at sleep away camp when I was 8 was about as close to camping as I ever got, and even that was in a cabin, with running water and real bunk beds. Nowadays I am most decidedly a “hotel” kind of gal – we can be staying at a Waldorf=Astoria on points or a Holiday Inn Express with cash, I don’t care…as long as it’s a room with all the amenities of home, this city girl is satisfied.
Some friends have brought up the idea of “glamping” – a play on the term “glamorous camping,” where you have most, but not all, of the amenities of home. I am currently considering this, partially as an excuse to spend a weekend with our friends who suggested it (they live in Atlanta – we don’t get to see them often enough), and partially because Joe grew up going camping and I think this way he could “go back to nature” without my being totally miserable. 😉
But now I’ve read about “champing” and although it seems to be “roughing it as roughing it can be,” it’s still something that’s caught my attention…
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