Thanks to the wonders of modern technology, I'm writing this blog post a couple of days ahead of the actual posting date. Which is a very good thing, because at the time this post goes live, I'll be on the last day of a camping trip with the family.
I love camping. From the time I was a little girl going "boat camping" with my parents, to celebrating college graduation with a big group of friends and an even bigger tent at the nearby state park, to heading out with my own children today, camping has always been a part of my life.
When I was younger, camping meant sleeping bags on thin nylon tent flooring, and pit toilets across the teensy island from the only two campsites. Later, we added blow-up air mattresses for sleeping comfort.
But now? You can pry the control for my heated mattresses out of my cold, dead hands.
Yeah, we don't win any prizes for living off the land or becoming one with the elements. We may insist that having a tent trailer counts as real camping because there's *canvas*, but the truth is, we're not much for roughing it.
The most challenging part of this trip? NO WIFI. Which makes me a little nervous, since the last book in my Girls Most Likely To trilogy was released on Monday.
On the other hand, we've got time with the kids, and ocean breezes, and snuggling in sleeping bags while night falls outside the trailer. And the internet will be there when we get back.
We hope. :)
What's your favorite vacation? Do you like roughing it, or is a five star resort more your style? Or something in between?