It was a broiling hot summer, as Texas summers always are. And my boyfriend at the time thought it was a good idea to go camping near the Guadalupe River on a July 4th weekend.
It was one of the most miserable experiences of my life. I could barely breathe because of the heat and humidity and my ever-present allergies. I also distinctly recall the torturous rocky ground we slept on.
Perhaps that’s why I’m not a huge fan of camping … well, camping that’s not with benefit of a recreational vehicle of some sort.
Oh, and the photo? It’s one of Roz Leibowitz’s found photos. I recommend you explore her photostream on Flickr sometime, especially if you love looking at found photos like I do.
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Lol, well camping makes for unforgettable memories for sure!
Ain’t that the truth. 🙂
I have camped on the beach, in the woods and in a pop-up camper. Hated every single one of them. I just could not get comfortable and the heat was oppressive. After the last experience (years ago) I told my husband that I’d had it and that I was never doing it again no matter how much he begged and cajoled. Later on, he told me that he was miserable too, but was trying to convince himself that he was having a good time. I can’t stress how wonderful it is to sleep in a real bed, take a warm shower and have air conditioning after hiking or swimming or whatever.
I totally, absolutely agree, Briana. I want a comfortable bed and a hot shower, too.