Camping Again

After the last trip, I wasn't entirely sure if I would find myself at a campsite again. Well, that might not be entirely true. I knew I would find myself at a campsite again. I just wasn't sure I wanted to become one of those people who identify camping as an interest. I've always been slightly weirded out by the people who love to go camping. Don't get me wrong, it was not a horrible experience, but it certainly wasn't staying in a five star hotel. Which would have been quite nice and greatly appreciated.

I've always identified people who were camping enthusiasts as people who were fine going without a shower for two weeks. In other words, anyone who liked camping was a dirty person. A dirty dirty person. And really, who wants to be friends with someone whose personal hygiene habits were questionable at best.

Unfortunately, I eventually discovered that my husband is a camping enthusiast. And while he does shower daily while camping (therefore, not dirty), he still likes to go camping. And camping is not a five star hotel.

I'm also not sure that one can really call themselves a camping enthusiast until they are okay with calling a hole in the woods a "bathroom" and are okay with sleeping on the ground instead of an air matress.

When I made camping reservations for the weekend, it was very important to me that not only were there showers and actual toilets available for my use but that we were less than one hundred yards away from said facilities. And I bought a new air pump for our air mattress.