The thing about camping is, whenever asked how I feel about camping, the answer is always “depends.” Like “true or false: camping is fun.” Well that depends. As long as it doesn’t rain it is. “True or false: camping is peaceful.” Sure, when the campfire smoke isn’t blowing in my face. And lastly, “It’s wonderful to sleep in the fresh air.” Again, depends on whether there’s a stick or a rock under my back. I’d prefer to be sleeping in the fresh air on a pillow top mattress. So, how do I really feel about camping? I love it, as long as it’s only for one night. I love the quiet stillness of the night. It’s amazing to hear the kids laughing as they make up a game called “lava pit” in which the goal of the game is to climb from bolder to bolder without touching the ground. Sitting by the campfire watching burning marshmallows go flying through the air landing on Brent’s shoe (okay that was a little dangerous) was the hardest we have laughed as a family in... forever. Camping with your family is absolutely the most genuine way to get back to simplicity and to your true self. Memories are created that will last a lifetime and the adventures you have along the way will make you tougher. Once a year, for one night, I am a camper and I love it. But if you want me to stay longer, let's rent a pop up.
