On Project Runway last week, the contestants went Glamping. For those not in the know, Glamping = Gamour + Camping. Glam-ping. Get it? And glamour camping it was; big white tents a’la Out of Africa, oriental carpets on the floor, silver platter meals, and beds that were real beds instead of god-awful sleeping bags on the ground.
Four or five years ago Sam took me camping. Up north somewhere. With roads that seemed to have been carved into the mountains and forgotten about. Long, twisty roads made of packed dirt and potholes the size of our Prius. Just me, Sam, and our 2 dogs in nature…except not so much.
It happened to be deer hunting season.
Just me, Sam, the dogs, and 7,000 armed men in nature.
We packed up camp the next morning. It was Sam’s idea. I said nothing.
And here we are again, facing the idea of camping. But this time it will be in our backyard. Just me, Sam, 1 dog, and two babies in nature.
Just me, Sam, 1 dog, and two babies in nature.
Blah blah blah – two babies in nature.
I can already tell this is going to be deer season camping all over again.