This is one of the earliest camping photos I can find. It's of my sister and I. We have matching Lego haircuts...but that's a whole other post.I loved going camping. It was so much fun. I can remember asking if it was time to go to sleep because sleeping in a zipped up bag with a green glow stick was very cool for a kid.
You could wear your daggy clothes (or in my case clothes that had shrunk 3 sizes in the wash) and get dirty and it was ok.
You had bbq's for breakfast, lunch and dinner and you could toast things on a stick.
This weekend we went and looked at tents and sleeping bags because we want our children to have these memories.
We saw a lovely big canvas tent that we will buy when the money fairy visits again, because Ben said the canvas will last us 40 years and big because Ben took me camping once in a 2 man tent and I spent the night clawing at the tent walls. I felt like a sardine.
If I am going camping, I need to stand in the tent. I like the outdoors, but I still need maintenance. I am not a bush woman who walks around with a shovel when they need to go to the toilet. I'm more a city bush woman who needs a power point to plug in the hair straightener.
Ben's a bushman. He is a country boy and when I first went to his house (in the bush) I wore heels. He laughed. Ben also showed me how to toast marshmallows on a rake (you can do about 8 at once), he also baked pasties using a box and a stick, and cooked our whole meal in the ground. He was like the Marlboro Man, only without the hat and the smokes and the horse.....so really nothing like the Marlboro Man. He did wear jeans though.
Do you like camping or is your idea of camping no complimentary hairdryer at the hotel? Do you have any handy hints?
* all photos from vi.sualize.us
