My husband is an adventurous man that loves to go camping.
Deliberately sleeping outdoors and spending the entire day in the wilderness is about the farthest thing from a good vacation that I could possibly think of.
Homeless people have to spend nearly all of their time outdoors, and that’s why we pity them for goodness sake! I try not to be rude or over the top with this opinion of mine concerning camping, because my husband really loves it. I just wish there was a way that I could enjoy climate control when he insists on going on a camping trip together. I guess there is a way, and it’s apparently called glamping. We could buy an RV, and I could chill inside while he gets his outdoorsman on. That way, I’d be able to enjoy a nice breezy air conditioner while he gets his jollies sweating in the hot sun. But of course, he doesn’t believe such things count as camping. He even tries to convince me that lack of climate control is part of the charm of true camping. That’s when I can’t help but look at him cross-eyed and wonder where I went wrong marrying such a strange fellow. I’m mostly joking, but I really wish my husband appreciated climate controlled environments as much as I do. The truth is, sometimes it seems like he does. Like when he comes in from mowing the lawn on a hot Saturday afternoon and plops down on the couch and asks for a cold beer. Maybe I will be able to convince some of the RV idea yet!