Camping For Real … Like With a Tent …

I am a Self-Proclaimed Professional Cabin Camper. Growing up as a child, I would visit Maine every summer and spend my days swimming in the lakes, stealing Oreos from the cookie jar and hanging by the fireplace at night playing cards… Put me in a tent … And I don’t know what the hell I’m doing because I’ve never camped out in a tent before … EVER. I’m just not comfortable with tarp being my only protection against the outside elements and animals of the woods … Nope.

However, my roommate, Meg, managed to talk me into going camping with her last weekend and I came back a survivor … It’s actually not that bad. Despite the fact that it was raining on and off in the Catskills Mountains, I found the solitude of the tent we set up very peaceful and rejuvenating. We were very meticulous about cleaning up our campsite before heading to bed (take that Bernstein Bears). I had a moment where I woke up in the middle of the night having to go pizz but made myself go back to sleep because I was too scared to walk out to the common bathrooms in the pitch dark (I swear I heard raccoons outside our tent). I am definitely open to camping in a tent again … Sometime way in the future … 

Once we were settled in,  we went out and explored the trails. Everything was soooo lush and green. 

We kept on getting hit with patches fog that blew in and out of the mountains with the wind. After exploring the area, we came back, made dinner and hung out under our tarp as the rain came down. We were able to make a fire despite the rain (we put our firewood in the car to keep it dry) and made some yummy s’mores … Of course, the minute we started eating them, it started to rain AGAIN.

So we said “Screw It”, put all the containers in the car and hustled into the tent to settle in for the night. It was all simply simple.