Camping Is In Tents

Several bad puns later... if you read this blog, you may recall that I went camping this past weekend for my birthday.  First things first... I totally thought I was turning 24 when, in fact, I've been 24 this entire year and actually turned 25.  I just about died laughing when my mom texted me wishing me a Happy 25th Birthday.  I guess that's what happens when you hit your mid-twenties.  I hear your memory's the first to go.  

Anyway, camping is definitely something I'd like to do again.  I don't think I could really rough it (our campsite had restrooms and showers), but it was a good experience I wouldn't mind repeating.  Fun fact though: the locals will catcall you and make you feel uncomfortable every time you have to make a trip to the bathroom.  In what universe is it alright for men to harass a woman when she's trying to get from Point A to Point B?  I don't care if you're drunk, sober, high, or just plan stupid.  There's no reason for it. 

These sunny skies are deceiving. It was nice the first day we were there, but the second day, it poured.  And our tent started leaking.  So even though we were inside the tent, we were still getting wet.  I was like a soggy cat, complete with soul-wrenching yowls and hisses.  Pretty sure I looked like one too.  We finally threw in the towel and decided to clean up and head home, but not before I got some pictures of some mean waves crashing in.

So at first, I was kind of wondering what camping actually entails.  Like, I was literally wondering when it started, because everyone seemed to just be sitting around, all chill and stuff when we got there.  And then I realized that's what camping is.  It's basically just a time to do nothing.  I mean, on all my previous holidays, I've gone to resorts and stuff where you have places to go, things to see, stuff to do, but camping... no.  We had nothing to do, and I guess that's the fun part?  I don't know, I'm still trying to figure that part out.  The modernist in me was crying out for my phone and my laptop, but I got through without them just fine.  

All in all, it was a pretty good time, and I'd do it again.  Maybe not every weekend, but every so often, it's nice to unplug completely and get away from the digital world.

...Even if it means going without hot water.

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