It’s not that I’ve never had the opportunity. The Boyfriend and friends used to go white water rafting every summer and I was always invited, but the whole prospect of sleeping outdoors and being far away from indoor plumbing. I’ve always joked that my idea of roughing it was staying at a hotel where no hairdryer was provided.
I’m not sure what’s changed my perspective. Maybe it’s the realization that a couple of days away from my comfy bed wouldn’t be that difficult. Maybe it’s a mid-life crisis and camping is a hell of a lot cheaper than a sports car. More likely, though, it’s knowing that life is too short not to try new things.
So, next week, The Boyfriend and I are headed out to a local state park for two days and nights. Our plan is to ride bikes, hike and bird watch, and maybe do a little swimming–but that’s probably doubtful given the temperatures this summer have been on the cool side. With luck, the Perseids will be putting on quite a show for us to see through the screened ceiling of home away from home.
One thing I know for sure, though. I will be eating my very first campfire s’more. And quite possibly my second, third and fourth. 😉