One thing this pandemic made me realize is how much I miss camping. Ever since I was a child, camping has been synonymous with a vacation to me, and since growing up I have also come to appreciate the sense of adventure and freedom that it provides. So, I thought I’d write about it. Here are the joys of camping, from my perspective.
Nothing beats just setting up camp wherever you please. With a tent, nature is your hotel. Just make sure to avoid damp spots, they can make for a rude awakening. I once found myself in a puddle while camping in the UK – do not recommend.
Camping and calm are almost synonymous with each other. There are few other ways to be as close to nature and as far away from everything else at the same time. Sure, cicadas can be loud, but do they really count as noise?
It may sound strange, considering there is only ever a thin layer of cloth or nylon between you and the great outdoors. But lying in your tent, wrapped up in your sleeping bag, while rain pounds against your shell is one of the snuggest sensations out there.
Everything feels spacious while camping. There is no rush for anything, there are no obligations, appointments, or tons of other people to worry about, and all that space can just sit there. Unfilled and endless. And then you just have a coffee.
There is always that iota of uncertainty when camping. Once, a friend and I were stuck in the middle of Yosemite National Park with no food left. Luckily, we found other campers to trade with. But the main hazard is water. It helps to be quick at digging trenches.
Such an unwieldy word. But when the internet goes down, it gets replaced by that feeling of truly being in the world. It is hard for me to find this when I’m surrounded by gadgets and other distractions. But while camping it comes naturally.
That covers it pretty well, I think. Do you agree? More importantly, do you have recommendations for great camping spots? I can’t wait to introduce Micah to the joys of camping once this pandemic is finally over.