I am sure that everyone I know is now aware how much I hate camping.
Last year, I changed my mind majorly about camping when I went with my daughters.
The two of us had the site all picked out plus we were totally packed to go. My daughters couldn’t figure out why I had so much gear, since apparently there was a store near the campground plus we could get most of the food plus necessity we may need. I told them cheerily I had the portable heater, a portable stove plus my sleeping bag. My oldest daughter told me that I must not have been told about our camping area. When I asked what she meant exactly, she just smiled plus told me that I would see. The closer it seemed that we got to the State Game Lands, the more curious I was becoming with each mile. It was becoming quite chilly plus we had the heating on in the car, so undoubtedly I couldn’t figure out why they found it amusing that I had brought a small portable oil furnace for the campsite. When we pulled up to this little cabin, I found out the joke was on me. It seems that everyone else knew of my hate for camping. My daughter got out plus got the key from the locked box. Inside, I found out that the loft was nicer than my home. There were 5 beds plus a bathroom, plus thermostats in every room. I was eagerly learning the brochure on the table plus it explained how to use the mini split Heating, Ventilation, plus A/C units that were located inside the cabin. This was luxury, only on a bit smaller scale.