We've gone camping for the weekend. Hopefully, I'll have some great photos and glorious stories to share next week.
My husband calls me the Carrie Bradshaw (from Sex and the City) camper. He says that if I could, I'd pack my heels to bring along. I'll admit that I'm not big on "roughing" it and would only survive for 24 hours, at best, without a bathroom. I mean, really, is it necessary in a civilized society?!
Although we camp in a tent, it is large enough to accommodate our queen size and the boy's twin size mattresses. I bring bed linens, not sleeping bags, and I always set up a makeshift nightstand next to my side of the bed. You know... for my jewelry, lamp, book, and water each night. What can I say, I like to create the comfort of home.
A year ago, I discovered a glorious campground. It's truly luxurious with pools (both indoors and out), Jacuzzi, activities, and clean bathrooms. To me, this is roughing it. To my husband, this isn't camping at all.
Yes, the photo below is truly the main recreation center and two of the pools.
There is even a cute general store and gift shop.
Now, if only I could get someone to pack all of our gear and food for us.
To my friend, Waterrose, kudos to you. I am not worthy.
Have a great weekend!