Whenever the snow covers the ground, Jason and I start making summer plans and talking with great excitement about the many adventures we will have when the sun is once again shining. Camping is one of those topics that often comes up.
I’m convinced that camping is exactly like labour. For some bizarre, biological reason, as soon as the actual trip is over you are flooded with an overwhelming amount of “happy” hormones, which make you forget the true pain-in-the-ass reality that is camping.
Seriously. Between the packing, the unpacking, the setting up, the tearing down, the cold, the rain, the sunburns and the mother-f’ing mosquitoes, I’m quite certain that I actually hate camping.
Of course, three days from now I will totally forget that fact….until next summer, when we do it all over again.
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