The hubby and I just got home from a short, but sweet long weekend camping trip with very dear friends. Like just got home around 11 this morning. One of the reasons we got home so early is because we were only like an hour and a half away. Which seems kind of silly to haul the camper an hour and a half away, but in actuality it’s not.
So we’re fairly new to camping, we bought our first RV September of 2020 (then upgraded by March of 2021…It’s a thing. Ask anyone who camps.). And I remember when we went on our first trip last October saying to myself, I’m either coming home with a for sale sign on this thing or coming home having already booked our next trip. It was the latter. I also remember that when we were in Camping World signing all the papers for our first RV the guy working with us said something to the effect of, “You’re going to love camping. It’s like you’re back in 1950 and everyone is nice and comes up and talks to you! It’s great.” And I…being kind of an introvert…was like, ‘Um. That’s not good.’ But, as it turns out, he was right and it’s pretty damn awesome.
Now first of all I shouldn’t be calling this ‘camping,’ but instead ‘glamping.’ There’s no roughing it. Our camper has three TVs, a king sized bed and a residential size refrigerator. We pull up to our site, hit a few buttons, lay out a few carpets, hook up the grill and pour a cocktail. And then we talk and laugh and hike and swim and yes, meet people.
The place we were this weekend is a really big place with several pools a kid’s water park thing, concerts, bars, a restaurant and people every where. Not usually my kind of place at all, but every time I’m there I have a blast. There are kids and adults riding bikes, kids on skateboards and scooters, golf carts, dogs everywhere, the smell of good food and the sound of laughter everywhere. There is no talk of world events. There’s football on outdoor TVs. There’s no mention of illnesses. There’s no sadness. There’s joy and laughter and friendliness. People come by to pet your dog, to compliment you on your outdoor setup, to ask you where you got your grill, to borrow a corkscrew. Yep, it’s kind of like going back in time.
So although we were only and hour and a half away, it sometimes feels like it’s a world away. Don’t get me wrong, I love my life, I LOVE where I live, I LOVE my peeps and my community. But sometimes it really is amazing to go back to 1950. My point?
Get away. Even if it’s only to your backyard with dear friends.
Live and learn with love…