glamping is a thing

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only found this out by being on pinterest and looking at vintage campers; glamping is glamour and camping.

When you’re glamping, there’s no tent to pitch, no sleeping bag to unroll, no fire to build. Whether in a tent, yurt, airstream, hut, villa or treehouse, glamping is a way to experience the great outdoors without sacrificing luxury.

I looked at the site but I prefer the vintage trailers.
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Not camping without a fire. As for the rest, my father has a 5th wheel camper, and I've been looking at motorhomes. We go to Canada fishing and I have zero interest in tenting it anymore.
 
I do not camp, I didn't even like it as a 4 year old. I have distinct memories of thinking it was bullshit to sleep on the ground and my parents eventually had me try to sleep on one of those long patio chairs. I thought that was bullshit too, lol. I would, however, LOVE to cross cross the country in an RV :)
 
your Dad's "camper" is a home for sure, Chevtow, and I hear you on the fire.

I also remembered being ticked off as a kid that I slept on a thin blowup mattress like Mom & my brothers while Dad and Grandma each got a cot. but I slept great and loved it - since the grownups were doing all the work! we camped in tents and later in pop-up trailers.

I'd camp in a tent as long as I had a comfortable mattress to sleep on. I need a fire but could do without a shower or sheets. if i had someone to camp with!
 
currently I am going to call "armchair camping" a thing - can be as rustic or luxurious as I want, I'm just sitting on the couch reading about other people's camping and looking at pix on pinterest.

look how organized these folks are

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Believe it or don't - I loved tent camping. But I must have at least a pit toilet to do my business in - I don't do peeing or pooping in the woods - I never got the hang of it and never wanted to.

The year after I had my DS, we went camping in Sequoia National Forest. My husband had never camped before, and he hated it. I was so disappointed. We've been looking at very small RVs, with the thought in mind of doing a trip sometime. But we have nowhere to keep it - our long narrow driveway has the overhang of the roof sticking into it, and the minvan barely fits under it, so we can't keep a camping van up the driveway and out of the way.
 
Don't get me wrong, I COULD survive in the woods with nothing but a knife. I have "roughed" it, made fire, found food and water, made shelter. I CAN do it. But being forced into canvas tent camping as a baby (I was born March 4th, was camping May 1st), I learned to hate it. We did it every weekend, all 5 kids and our parents. My father was a fisherman, so he would strand us (no car) in the middle of BFN for 18 hours straight. I taught myself to read while camping, I remember vividly, because the only book we had was The Cat In The Hat by Dr. Seuss. We were NOT in a campground, we were in the middle of NOWHERE. No other people, no campground, no beach, just woods and a stream, which my father followed on foot for miles. IDK why my mother even dragged us along. Years later, we upgraded to a Gem camper trailer and eventually stayed in bona fide camp grounds where other people were. With actual running water, swingsets, beaches, etc. Kids to play with. That was cool, but sleeping 7 in a teensy camper was not cool. When it rained, I can remember sitting in the camper, staring at each other, going slowly insane. While my dad fished, in the rain.

I do not camp.
 
The most fear I have ever felt was coming face to face with a black bear while picking raspberries on a camping trip. THAT was an experience. I think I smelled the bear before I saw it, and we both had our eye on the same raspberry. I ran and never looked back.
 
I know, @SHales , I love nothing more now than to go on a road trip with Mr Sheanie. My idea of heaven is a quilt on my lap to bind by hand, NO KIDS, eating out every meal, and a luxury hotel. After once finding cockroaches in a Holiday Inn, I will only stay at better establishments now. And I always check for bugs before I bring my suitcase in the room. I have found bed bugs at the Marriott before. Just two, but I'm sure they know how to make more.
 

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