(This definition is for my beautiful, dear friend Julie Lyn, who informed me I was "Doing it wrong" when I sent her a picture of our "Campground".)
Taken from dictionary.com. Camp: tents, cabins, etc, used as temporary lodgings by a group of travellers, holiday-makers, Scouts, etc.
That being said I must also say that I don't do tents.
I don't do sleeping on the ground.
I definitely don't do cohabitation with bugs.
Or anything else that isn't human, dog or cat.
Now don't get me wrong, I have done my fair share of camping in my life. My folks used to take us to Lake Shelbyville every year where we did the whole cooking over a fire, sleeping in tents and swimming in a lake you can't see the bottom of. (Another thing I don't do.)
I vividly remember the last time I did go camping like that. I believe I was 24. My then very outdoorsy boyfriend suggested we go camping in Southern Illinois over Thanksgiving weekend. We visited with my family beforehand and told them how we planned to go camping to see some waterfalls and such. Every one of my family members told me that I wouldn't last and I would be back at my mom's house before the weekend was over. I was very offended and defiantly told them they didn't know what they were talking about, I was tough enough and to shove it.
(Very important side-note: I am the most stubborn bullheaded person you will ever meet.)
So off we went on this camping trip. I made it through the entire thing. However it was so cold it never got above 20 degrees the entire trip. It was so cold, in fact, the freaking waterfalls we went to see were FROZEN. In the evening we made a fire, drank a bunch of whiskey, I made a stew with 1/4 cup of pepper. I had on coats, hats mittens and blankets.
Even after all that I still couldn't feel my feet.
So we went to bed. I was wearing three pairs of woollen socks, two flannel pants, a t-shirt, long sleeve shirt and a hoody all while wrapped up in one of those mummy sleeping bags that is supposed to keep the crazy people who like camping in the mountains in winter warm and had it completely zipped up. Still I froze my ass off. For two whole days. But I did it. (see side note.)
Luckily, the Mister agrees with me and my camping ideas. So when we took our family camping this is how we approached it. I must say it was quite lovely.
And when we were done exploring the beautiful outdoors this is where we slept.....
Our little cabin getaway in the woods!
The Mister even made me a fire........(sans bugs!)
And every morning after we rolled out of bed we stumbled out to the deck overlooking the lake to bird watch and sip on our coffee. That was made over a fire. From the gas stove.
Most perfect camping trip.