Camping

tent

Camping is not the fun. Imagine 3 people in the tent pictured above. I’m over 6 feet tall so I had to lay in the middle with my feet outside. All I could think about was some creature biting my toes. There are animal noises, no bathroom, and people in sites next to you blasting Tiffany’s latest song. Okay, it was probably 30 years ago but still…ugh!

No one tells you to bring food or firewood. We only brought a load of beer so that was dinner. I think someone brought a can of beans but not a can opener. It wouldn’t have helped anyway, no one thought to bring a pan either. So we had no cooking or eating utensils. I guess we should have bought a camping manual first. Though I’m certain we would have forgotten it.

I prefer the type of camping that has room service, spas, 4 star dining, a bed, and a balcony overlooking the ocean.  I know, it’s not camping but camping is just not for me. Plus, there’s a mini bar if you like that sort of thing…

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About Cynthia

I'm a little crazy but who isn't? I enjoy writing about my many odd experiences and my perception is really altered by time, age, and drugs. Not really but it sounds cool. I'm from Los Angeles and moved to North Carolina. I don't like culture shock but it happens anyway.
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One Response to Camping

  1. Graham Kamin says:

    Good Read, Thanks for post

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