Earlier this year, a couple we are friends with posed a great idea: why not get a group of friends from childhood along with their significant others and children together for a camping trip? We're all so busy and spread out now, it would be a chance to catch up and spend time together. A wonderful idea, except if you know me. You see, I do not camp. As in, I do not go places that do not have electrical plugs, working toliets and showers, and non-dirt floors. I consider a quaint cabin at say, the Awahnee in Yosemite camping.
This is not to say that I have not camped before. Oh, I've car-camped. I've backpacked. I've stayed in a tent just outside Tijuana, Mexico and bathed out of a bucket. So when people say, "You don't camp AT ALL?" in disbelief this is not because I have not tried it before. I just don't see the point. A good friend told me that she thinks camping is like pretending to be homeless, and I kind of agree.
To make things even more complicated, Scott and I had no idea when we started planning this we would be negotiating a cross-country move. He had to already be out in Chicago to start work and I, fresh off the plane from Australia, was wrapping up things in California. We ended up flying in from different states and meeting in Denver, both thrown off from jetlag and the haze of being in an airport constantly for the last month.
However, for this dear group of friends and the promise of an actual bathroom with working toliets (so it wasn't totally rustic camping, I guess), I decided to make an exception. Armed with toliet seat covers from the LAX bathrooms and my trusty Eddie Bauer lantern, I set out into the wilderness of Rocky Mountain National Park to reconnect with a fantastic group of people. And I can honestly say I did not regret agreeing to go camping for one minute.
But next year, I vote for a hotel with showers. :)
Enjoy!
This is not to say that I have not camped before. Oh, I've car-camped. I've backpacked. I've stayed in a tent just outside Tijuana, Mexico and bathed out of a bucket. So when people say, "You don't camp AT ALL?" in disbelief this is not because I have not tried it before. I just don't see the point. A good friend told me that she thinks camping is like pretending to be homeless, and I kind of agree.
To make things even more complicated, Scott and I had no idea when we started planning this we would be negotiating a cross-country move. He had to already be out in Chicago to start work and I, fresh off the plane from Australia, was wrapping up things in California. We ended up flying in from different states and meeting in Denver, both thrown off from jetlag and the haze of being in an airport constantly for the last month.
However, for this dear group of friends and the promise of an actual bathroom with working toliets (so it wasn't totally rustic camping, I guess), I decided to make an exception. Armed with toliet seat covers from the LAX bathrooms and my trusty Eddie Bauer lantern, I set out into the wilderness of Rocky Mountain National Park to reconnect with a fantastic group of people. And I can honestly say I did not regret agreeing to go camping for one minute.
But next year, I vote for a hotel with showers. :)
Enjoy!
The lighting was low, so it came out a little blurry. But this is the very elusive "whistle pig."
You may recognize this lovely couple on the right from an earlier post where I shot their wedding rehearsal and rehearsal dinner.
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