I need a little help understanding the language of camping.
Why do we camp?
I mean, do we enjoy torturing ourselves? Do we really like burning to a crisp in the daytime, and do we enjoy mosquito bites and sleeping on the ground at night? Do we enjoy cramming thousands of pounds of junk into our vehicles so that we can’t even see out the back window, then driving for hours and hours until we reach some dusty, bear-infested campground? Do we enjoy spending hundreds of dollars on giant packages of hotdogs, crappy cookies, and way more pop-tarts than we’ll ever eat? Do we really savor the fragrant perfume of campfire, sweat, and dirt?
Yes. Hell, yes. That's the whole point. I love it.
And perhaps we don’t mind this, either:
Rocky Mountain National Park (Click image for larger view)
My friend and I just got back from three hours of shopping for camping food. My brain hurts. But that's all part of the fun. We’ll be camping in
Let the "torture" begin!Can you help me translate? Why do YOU camp?