Camp: a place where tents, huts or other temporary shelters are set up, as by soldiers, nomads or travelers.
Campers: people who use such shelters (see camp).
This 5 foot 3 inch city mouse thought it would be a heck of an idea to go camping over the Canada Day long weekend, with a 6 foot 3 inch welder mouse. "I have an idea! I have a HUUUUGGGEEE tent that I never get to use, why don't we get out of the city for a while and go camping?" "Sure! I am always up for an adventure...where?" "Got that coin of yours? Heads equals west, tails south" "West it is!"
Not going to lie, it has been a substantial amount of time since this little gal went camping, of the traditional kind. Over the last number of years I have grown soft...camping equaled staying at a 4.5 star hotel (the .5 star means that there isn't a spa)...the idea of roughing it, still equaled a private bathroom, running water, a nice comfy bed and basic cable so I could watch commercial's (I do not have cable by choice, because there is so much online these days, why bother spending the extra money? Downside...never get to see commercial's).
I booked a campsite in Jasper, one that I used to stay at when I was younger and on family trips...its fairly close to the hot springs, and I vaguely remember having fun there. I made sure to book online, so that a refund if cancelled would be kinda difficult to obtain.
But here in lies my distress - no electronic devices allowed. The laptop I said I would bring so we could watch movies, banned. iPad too. My phone is to be turned off and kept in the vehicle (this I can totally handle). the iPod is allowed along with the docking station for some tunes, but I have to figure out a way to ensure it has power to recharge.
In talking with a few people about how I am TOTALLY excited to go on the trip, but nervous about my possible technological with drawl's and my future break down, I asked for what their take on the situation was.
A few people said if I bring enough beer, the weekend will be fantastic. Oh, and copper pipe pieces to make the fire turn colors. But the majority commented on how camping is oh so romantic and that it was a shrewd plan on my part. In having only recently reconnected to that touch feely side that I kept locked in a corner closet, I was confounded on how this could be romantic. Clarification was required at this point...my poor little head was spinning, because how could I be shrewd and romantic at the same time??
Your alone with the person. You are forced to get to know them. To spend time with them. To play cards with them for 3 hours. To wake up fresh faced, with no makeup on (unless your in a campsite that has good bathrooms). To cook with them. To sit in front of the fire and tell stories. To hike with. And its dark, with a crackling fire. A really good friend of mine told me that when her and her man are having troubles, she books a camping or hiking trip so that they are forced to deal with each other and not run away and hide from the issues. Could easily explain why her wedding later this month is in the mountains.
I have had some time to absorb all this. Process. And I am calmer about the whole thing and even MORE excited. This little city mouse, is ready to make camping her b*tch.
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