Greentea wrote:
I.Hate.Camping.
Having to sleep like sardines with others in the same tent, and their snoring aaargh! The mosquitos, and worst of all is camping on the beach. I can't stand sand and being in the sun from dawn to dusk. Running across the burning sand burdened with the pans and pots to a place with a tap to do the dishes. Always being wet, dirty. Having to shower in public showers together with many women, and being careful my clean underwear doesn't fall on the muddy floor. And no privacy, day or night. I did it once and it was traumatic. I'll never, ever go camping again. I can't believe some people actually enjoy it.
Ugh. I remember doing that kind of camping, and it is indeed horrible.
The kind where there's nobody around, and you dig your own hole for a privy and wash with a cloth and a couple of pots of stream-water, sleep in your own small tent or hammock or just on the ground and spend the day wandering around alone or with somebody who is perfectly content to join you in a habit of stopping for hours to stare at birds and interesting trees and beaver-ponds and things is very nice.
Now I've got the perfect in-between. I live in an old deer-camp cabin and have the shower and heat, electricity and phone, but the square mile of wild land it's on is usually empty of people. A couple of times a year people will ride horses across it. A week ago there were these two guys tearing around on the flat prairie part in this go-cart thing that was pulled by a huge kite, but that's a first. I don't mind. Nobody ever comes from the thick wood behind the house but deer, and I have a clear view of the .8 mile between the house and the main road and will usually notice any car before it crawls its way up here, and can spy on people who get out at the turn-off with a telescope.