Hate is such a harsh word that I prefer not to use, but camping is one thing I can honestly say I do hate. Why anyone would choose to pay for a permit to live like a homeless person for three nights "roughing it" unable to properly bath/shower, using dirty public beach restrooms, and taking your chances with the nighttime creepy crawlies when you've got a perfectly comfy bed and clean bathroom in a home just a matter of a few miles away is beyond me. But I tolerate it each year (sometimes twice a year) for my kid and her friends who seem to absolutely love it. Oh...and some genuine campfire s'mores help.
This year we braved the masses and managed to get permits to camp at Bellows over Labor Day weekend for Cayman's 11th birthday. Camping for Cayman has become an annual tradition for the last three years.
One of these years, I'm hoping the kids will catch on to my style of camping... private air-conditioned suite with room service and an occasional pool side cocktail.
Want to see more pics from this weekend? Check out my flickr album.