I am not a happy camper. Actually, I am not a camper at all.
Donít get me wrong. I LOVE the Great Outdoors and all. I just like coming back to a nice hotel room after all the bird watching and hiking. Iíll even settle for a rustic cabin with earwigs under the bed.
Ever heard the jokes about how camping makes no sense? You work hard all year so you can take your vacation and then spend it like a homeless personÖpitching a tent and braving the elements.
What do I need to prove by pitching a tent and sleeping among the Grizzlies and the serial killers? You canít put a dead bolt on a tent, can you? I didnít think so.
And now I have reason #5,938 why I donít like camping.
Itís a sad and a true story.
A 56-year-old woman was camping in
This is a very tragic story. It makes me sad, actually.
But I must use it as yet another reason why I canít get myself to go camping. Yes, itís true. The roof of the cabin could collapse. Or a tree could fall through a window and kill me as well.
It may be an irrational fear I have, but itís one that I wonít be shaking anytime soon.