us in front of the tent

This was us in front of our tent. this is how we dressed and what we lived in for the last 10 days.

But NOW, I’m back in civilization.

How do I know I’m back in civilization?

Is it the computer and the high speed connection here at work? nope

Is it my well stocked fridge? nope.

Is it the lovely looooong bath I got to take? The one where I got clean, drained all the water and started over with fresh HOT water for my soak (yes, I know. this IS the south and I probably should have been more conservative with the water, but dear merciful heavens after a week of nearly cold showers in dirty bath houses I NEEDED TO BE CLEAN)

But even that is not what makes me fully aware that I’m back in civilization.

The Luxury of which I speak, the dream that I drool over while I’m camping and revel in when I return?

are you ready?

Waking up in the middle of the night and walking BAREFOOT (and nekkid) across a CLEAN floor to


It’s really the nekkid, private and barefoot parts that are the luxury. Nothing like the torture of waking up in the middle of the night in camp with a full bladder and knowing that you have to bend over, pull on clothes, pull on boots, untie the tent flaps, and walk 50 yards to the nearest toilet. Which will be at least four of the following:

  1. dirty
  2. flooded
  3. backed up
  4. not private
  5. smelly
  6. drafty

galloshes are a necessity if you get my drift.

Anyway………. I’m glad to be back. I’ll post photos when I get my brain more in order.


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