My Kind Of Camping

Apparently, roughing it isn’t what it used to be.

I am not a happy camper. I’m willing to camp if it’s necessary to see something not otherwise available in the back country, but I don’t intrinsically enjoy it. But this is overboard, to me. I don’t mind the tents, and cooking, and cleaning, and knot tying, and fire building, but I really, really like plumbing. My ideal expedition would be with pack llamas to carry an inflatable hot tub and propane heater.