I've been back from "glamping" for a week now, so here's the "glamping" pictures I promised.
Review. "Glamping"~ Like normal camping but with glamour added: therefore: glamping.
Here's how it works:
You have rugs- must place them everywhere in your tent. No dirt. Bad dirt. Dirt bad. (Listen, as a woman, I can tell you right now you do not want sand in your sleeping bag to sneak up right into your hoo ha and night. You will not get a dot of rest.)
Should you need anything quicky- flashlight? Tongs? Salt and pepper? Napkins? Batteries? Bandaides? Asprin? Acid reducer? Cold medicine? Rain jacket? (Yeah, there's actually two emergency rain coats in there...) you simply reach in mah nifty black drawers~
And of course, you deck out yer dawgs:
Emerson is sporting his football jacket; that's his sleeping bag, which we move into the tent at night. He has no clue he's a dog. Seriously doesn't.
No fly zone.
Lakeview from tent.
We have two rooms! Whoa.
See those three green tubs? We keep them all filled and ready to go. When you want to go glamping, you just pick them up, add some food and grab your ice chest!
My favorite part is sitting in the screen porch of the tent in the morning and sipping hot coffee with the tantalizing smell of sizzling bacon and eggs outside- lucious!
And is he not the most adorable husband you ever saw?
Answer: Yes, he's the most adorable husband we ever saw!
Now for the real story. I know what you're thinking, so let me start there. Why are there no pictures of Entrepreneur Chick?
Tony took one picture of me in the tent holding Eliot when I woke up in the morning with my eyelashes (extensions) all glumped together. No, you are not going to see that.
As for glamping, this was my last trip without one of these:
The first night I got almost zero sleep. Insomnia. Plus there was some creature from The Howling outside my tent- maybe a cross between Wolfman, The Deer Woman, a vampire and the Creature from the Black Lagoon. I debated for a long while how badly I really needed to uh..."get up".
Creature: Aaaaaaaah, oooooooooh!
Me: Oh dear Lord, what was that?!
Creature: Oooooh, AAARRRRR.
Me: On a scale of one to ten, I'd say I'm about at a four. If I fall asleep before I reach a six or a seven, I'll be okay.
Creature: You really think you're going to fall asleep with all this racket I'm making?
Me: Sleep. Sleep. You're getting sleeeeeepy....
Creature: That's not going to work.
Just when I started (finally) to fall asleep, Eliot, my Yorkie, started throwing himself around in my sleeping bag because he didn't want to wear his new coat I bought him anymore, but I didn't figure that out, until two and a half hours later.
Which brings us to six a.m. people. Aaah. Finally I can sleep!
These would be the kids from the tent around the corner.
OKAY, I am UP! Is everybody happy now!?
Upon leaving, I asked our camping neighbor, Chad: "You want our tent?"
"What's wrong with it?"