I'm into the idea until I've been outside for about ten hours and then want to go inside and lay on a couch. I'm into the idea until I look around suddenly noticing tiny spiders crawling everywhere and realize I will most likely bring a few of those spiders home with me. *I was right.
I'm into the idea until I'm not.
Don't get me wrong, I do think camping can be fun. I just think it might be more fun if it occurred in a cabin. Like with rooms and a kitchen and bathrooms. And maybe someone who brings me fresh towels and a mini tooth paste if I forgot one. So more like a resort. Yes, I'm very into camping at a resort where instead of a lake there's a "pool" and patio furniture and servers bringing you margaritas. That's the kind of camping I enjoy.
Never the less, Chris and I spent the weekend in a tent at Devils Lake, Wisconsin. The views were spectacular, the camp site was clean, and there was a little snack hut less than a mile from our tent, so all in all, it wasn't half bad. As long as I know there's a snack hut within walking distance, I'll usually be okay in life.
And then there's this guy. Harlow is a camping extraordinary. He hiked the intense climb with us like an absolute champion. The smile on his face was worth every insect bite I received on my back.
It's a funny thing when you notice you start taking vacations just because you know your dog will have a good time. Does anyone else do this? Is this normal? I get far too much joy watching Harlow have fun.
The longer we live in Chicago the more I'm starting to love Wisconsin. It's a really cool state. And it has a cheese palace. An abundance of lakes and an abundance of cheese. Is Wisco heaven on earth? I think it might be. The "oh yeah" accent is pretty fun, as well.
Anyone else going through a camping phase right now?