I am not a fan of the outdoors. I do not like to sleep on the ground. I see no reason to eschew running water and electricity in an effort to get close to nature. If I want to be close to nature, I will hike around a bit and go safely home to my warm bed in my comfortable house with lights, a toilet and a shower.
I like cities. I like convenience. I appreciate the little things like cell phones, laptops and wifi.
Camping is not for me.
Be that as it may, I believe I may go camping this summer. As I’ve mentioned, the man and I would very much like to go on a trip, however the reality of fiscal responsibility and student loan debt has left us with little choice about what we do. (Don’t go to college, kids. Or do and just know you will have payments FOREVER.)
And camping despite it’s many, many not fun aspects is indeed very cheap in this state.
I have no idea where we will go. Somewhere close, hopefully not to far from a tiny town. As much pre-packing as I do, I am convinced bugs will attack us. I’ll be forced to runaway from the mountains, trees and lakes. Or the red rocks.
“Utah is a playground! I love it!” I hear from the other dog owners, neighbors and every person I know in this city. “The outdoors are so close!” Other people are in love with rock climbing, skiing, snowboarding, hiking and biking all over the place.
I am not.
But it seems a crime to glamp. That’s not me either.
So camping I will go for the first time in ages, praying I don’t die and carrying a very large large, very full flask.