I’ll Rough It As Long As There’s Internet.
Stream of Consciousness.
Roughing it.
Five minutes. No edits.
Go.
I don’t do cold.
I don’t do wet.
I don’t like the thought of bugs crawling on my body.
I’ve never been a girly girl so why do I cringe at the idea of camping. A tent, a sleeping bag and the quiet universe of God’s creation.
Because I am a victim of the 21st Century.
I’m weak. I admit.
All of a sudden, I thought of poor souls living in third world countries.
Without clean water or heat or indoor plumbing.
Cold. That is the one thing I truly would curl up in a fetal position and say “Mama.”
No. Just fooling.
I love to camp. I love insect bites and dirt under my fingernails and cold baths in streams, scrubbing myself clean with sand from the river bottom.
As long as there is room service.
TIME.
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Linking up with Jana @jana’s thinking place for Stream of Consciousness Sunday.
Yes, yes and YES to all of it. We had home enforced “camping” a few weeks back with Hurricane Sandy and it was cold, devoid of indoor plumbing/running water and decidedly internetless. It sucked big time. No camping for me. Point me to the nearest Elizabeth Arden Red Door Salon please!
I was thinking the same watching all those terrible photos from the Sandy aftermath. No power and the temps dropped. I thanked God each night I lay in bed and the heat kicked on.
Yep, I hear you, Jamie. I don’t mind a day of camping, but only a day, then I’m ready to get back to civilization. I admire people who can do it for an extended period of time.
I was with you, then I wasn’t, then I was again! My kinda girly girl 😉
Yeah me too, if there’s internet I can probably get through about anything. But yes that does make me a “victim” of being from the 21st century. 🙂
Amen, sister!