If you've been reading my blog any longer than about 30 seconds, all the pink and the talk about shoes and glittery things might possibly be a tip-off that I am pretty much a girlie girl. T is about a manly a man as they come: power tools, sports, guns, grills, and the like. So it may come as no surprise to you that we often argue over where we ought to take the imaginary vacations that we have no intention of ever taking.
I reserve New York City solely for girls' trips (I vowed never to return to the fair city with T in tow), so the only other option in T's mind would be....
...camping.
Ick.
I'm not so much against camping per say; I've just had bad experiences and I just really really hate it. When I was a kid, my mom forced me to join the Girl Scouts and those camping trips are some of the worst memories of my childhood. I think there was a raccoon in our tent once.
The woods are dirty, full of bugs and snakes, and there is no bathroom.
Also, my mom worked in Glacier National Park's resort in Montana one summer and her roommate got eaten by a Grizzly bear the night after Mom left to go home. True story. (I googled it) Stuff like that really turns you off to camping. Bears are super cute on TV, but I don't imagine it's so cute when they are chasing you through the woods.
Anyways, the last time we chatted about getting away, T suggested that we go camping on Bryce Mountain, where my Mom owns some property.
Me: (painting toenails) No. I do not sleep in tents.
T: (hopefully) We could build a cabin.
Me: (pointedly) Would it have TV?
T: (incredulous) No...but it would have beds.
Me: No TV and no internet?
T: Well, it would probably have running water. Maybe.
I am so sold.
"Well it's set way back in the middle of a field,
Just a funky old shack and I gotta get back
Glitter on the mattress
Glitter on the highway
Glitter on the front porch
Glitter on the hallway
The Love Shack is a little old place where we can get together
Love Shack baby! Love Shack, that's where it's at!"
I think the Love Shack is the only one I'd consider visiting, and that's only because it is glittery.
I could live without the internet for a couple of days...I think.
ReplyDeleteI could not live without a toilet and shower. Absolutely not. :)
LOL! My parents used to take us camping every summer. I remember having to walk down the dirt road to use a bathroom or use the public shower. SO not for me.
ReplyDeleteMy idea of roughing it is staying somewhere like the Disney Fort Wilderness Cabins. I've never been there, but they have rustic-looking cabins with all the amenities of home.
Amen sista! I'm right there with ya on this one. I am so not a camping girl. The year I went to camp and they had no bathrooms, just a hole dug in the ground...was the very last time I went to camp.
ReplyDeleteHorrible about your mom's roommate getting eaten by a bear. THAT would be a terrible way to die....another terrible way to die? In cabin without running water!
ReplyDeleteI have camped for the sake of good family vacations...but not my idea of endless fun. the best spot was where the baths, toilets, washing machines were just across the road!! :)
ReplyDeleteSuzanne
Wow! Lol! The bear story is really freaking me out right now, I don't think I'd ever want to go camping either. I've been when I was little but that was in a pop up trailer, wasn't so bad.
ReplyDeleteWhat? What? I LOVE camping! bugs, dirt, snakes...yes.
ReplyDeleteBut gorgeous trees, rushing rivers, little babbling brooks...cute little squirrels that will eat crackers if you leave them around. Oh how I love the Mountains!
And the dirt is way cleaner than the city dirt that's on the roads and cars, and all the germs in the restaurants and theatres.
I am scared of bears though.
The good ole B-52's are from Athens, GA. That's just a couple of hours from here and the town where my husband proposed to me. Thanks for the memory. How's everything else going sweetie?
ReplyDeleteYou? Hate Camping? I'm shocked ;-)
ReplyDeleteNow I have that song in my head. It's a little ole place we can get together ohh, love shack ba-by:)
ReplyDeleteMust have running water, and a toilet, and a/c, heat, a decent bed. Okay, forget, I'm not camping.
ReplyDeleteWhhhaaaattt?!?!? Your mom's roomie was EATEN by a bear?! Seriously?! Oh.my.goodness.
ReplyDeleteWell, I'm in the opposite situation. Even though I'm a girlie girl, I adore camping! I think it was all those summers of being sent away to summer camp as a kid, lol! But my T won't even consider the idea. He can't understand why I'd want to camp, when we have a perfectly good house to sleep in :)
hahahahaha - This one made me laugh out loud. I like to camp if it means getting there after dark, drinking some beers and eating McDonalds (picked up on the way) and then sleeping (less than 4 hours) and going home before dawn with a stop at Cracker Barrel on the way home. This post made me laugh out loud:-)
ReplyDeleteI went camping a lot as a kid and I think *maybe* I could do it again, but there must be running water and a bathroom nearby. Otherwise it's a no-go. My husband is like T, he would love to go camping in the middle of nowhere.
ReplyDeleteThis literally made me laugh out loud - I could have written this myself!
ReplyDeleteWhen I was a kid, my mother always used to like to take us on camping trips. I hated it. H-A-T-E-D. We did the hardcore, old school camping: sleeping bags on rocky ground, no tent, cooking over an open fire and digging holes to do your business.
My sweet husband loved camping in his teens, and keeps trying to convince me that we should go. No thank you - I'm still bearing the emotional scars from my childhood lol!
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