The Joy of Camping

I didn't grow up in a family that enjoys camping. I appreciated that.
Yet, I was forced to go to girls camp. Hence the dislike of the activity.
I much rather sleep in my own bed.

However...
I enjoy sitting around a bonfire talking with friends.
I love smores.
I enjoy being out in nature...in the right circumstances.

Being married to a man who loves a good camp out means I get to experience things I'm not particularly fond of. It's a give/take relationship. I go camping. He is obligated to take me to the nutcracker every year starting now. It's a win win I suppose.

To "celebrate"-I use that term loosely here-finishing second year, the worst/hardest year, so glad that's behind us, the guys thought camping sounded like the best de-stressing outlet they could come up with. I had other ideas in mind. But, camping it was. So, I did my best to go with a smile on my face. Although, someone may tell you otherwise.

Although I may not love camping, there are a few things that make it a little more enjoyable for me.

1. Sleeping in a nicely made air mattress with a lake front view...

2. Watching John, ever so proudly, hang up his hammock to lounge around on, only to realize sometimes square knots are trickier to tie than one would think...

3. Chillaxing around the camp fire with friends on a brisk spring night...

4. Pretty views...

5. Eating heart-attack inducing foods...

 
 6. And having good friends around who make the idea of camping a whole lot better...

7. And lest I forget, watching John and his creativity in roasting marshmallows...

So, all in all, is camping a bad as I like to make it out to be. No! Would I care if I ever went camping again? Probably not. But I can't start giving in to camping so easily just yet, who knows what he'll try to succor me into next.