Number Thirty-Three
Go Glamping but make it EPIC.
(aka, go touch grass)
I love to camp. Actually, let me walk that back. I love to GLAMP. My favorite part of telling folks I love to do this and then showing them where I’m going or just came from is when they hit me with this..every time —
“That’s not real camping…”
Duh, homie. I know what real camping is. I’m a Girl Scout. And before you try to tell me Brownies don’t know how to really camp, I again want to point out I said Girl Scout.
This is where I would put photographic evidence I was indeed a Girl Scout, but all those photos live at Mom and Dad’s. I tried to find my sashes — but I can’t. They’re here somewhere. Just…trust me. I was.
I was a Girl Scout from 5th grade until the day I graduate high school. I got patches and patches, sashes and sashes. I even got the Silver Award.
So forgive me. I’ve done my time. I’ve slept on the hardest of grounds and weirdest spookiest cabins. I can build a fire like Bear Grylls — I’ve even cooked over fucking fire…and I know the easiest way find water in the wild. I carry a knife with me and use it all the time. I’ve had to use the loo in every place imaginable. My troop was known for our camping. I’ve done my time.
Hated it.
Now, as an adult, I make sure I have my basic needs. I need walls and indoor plumbing. And I don’t feel bad about that at all.
A couple of weeks I was on a long run of gigs. The one in the middle was a loud, smokey, weeklong job in a Casino. Casinos are loud man…and then you throw in a commercial shoot? I was indoors and didn’t see the sun for a week. The 2nd to last day I finally had to change that. I needed to walk outside. I needed a sun break.
The view was a parking lot and highway — the air was still smokey and truly it was still loud. When I went back inside, I pulled up my Airbnb wishlist, found the perfect spot, and pulled the trigger. When I was done with this job, I was running to the hills.
I was just there for a few days, but it was perfect. This bubble had everything I needed and more. Including my own jacuzzi.
I stargazed from my bed and the jacuzzi outside. Just me, a glass of wine, bubbles, and the stars. Fell asleep in the hammock while the frogs sang to each other. I didn’t talk to one person while I was there. Even when the rain rolled in for most of my last full day, it was still perfect. And also, I saw two hummingbirds! They flew right to my bubble and kept going.
AND I had AC. 😂 She needed that too!
10/10 would recommend.
A cautionary note to future bubblers…the bubble is weather-proof, but it is not sound-proof…if you catch my drift. 😉😉😉😉😉
What I ate!
