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Sunday, April 09, 2006

 

Camping in the Lap of Luxury

I went camping this weekend with my school and it seemed like everyone had their own level of comfort when it came to roughing it. I brought a tent, a sleeping bag, and spent the night sleeping on a rocky ground. Mind you, if I could have had a blow up mattress, I would have! Another family brought a king-size blow up mattress and slept in comfort in a three room tent.

There was the option of purchasing electricity from the camp site, and while most of us just used gas stoves or the fire pit, one of our families' mothers claimed she hated camping and wanted as many creature comforts as possible. She had a coffee pot going 24/7, and had arguably one of the more popular sites as kids and grownups alike stopped by for cold drinks and hot coffee. I would definitely consider her to be roughing it because she was doing without A/C in the state of Florida which is not only hot but humid.

In a camp site next to us, a huge bus-sized RV pulled in and began set up. Their RV was filled with all kinds of amenities but the one that surprised me the most was the satellite dish. How the hell is that roughing it? Doesn't the use of a TV negate the whole point of camping? Of being out in the wilderness? How can you enjoy the sounds of nature and the wild when you're plugged into your satellite TV? How can you spend time with your family and friends when you're glued to the boob tube? Pardon me while I go beat a drum by the fire and sing with the kids from my school.

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