Perhaps it's because summer is essentially at its end and I was struck with an odd case of seasonal nostalgia, but camping has been on the brain as of late. Frankly that's just plain cruel: couldn't I have gotten the urge to go camping at the beginning of summer when there was actually time and the proper weather to do so? Hmm?
The last time I went camping was in 2010, but I would hardly say I was "roughing it." My friends and I had a nice little reserved camping space 20 yards from the beach, a fire pit, barbecues and coin operated showers. Still, there is something magical about camping. You unzip your tent early in the morning and step out into the crisp air, everything just a little damp with a fresh layer of dew. You probably haven't showered in two or three days but nobody cares. You are completely unplugged and disconnected from the outside world and that's okay. Just you, nature and the people you love is enough.
Anyone wanna go camping? I'll get my tent.