And By Camping You Mean Resort?

April 24, 2011 at 6:17 pm 4 comments

I hate camping. Oh my god. I hate camping.  It is dirty and filled with nature and bugs and there’s no running water, and you have to sleep on the floor, and if it rains then you’re completely screwed.  Shudders.  Once when I was little my family and I tried the whole camping thing at a state park.  It was tame camping.  Public bathrooms.  Water spouts for drinking.  Plots to put your tent.  There was no hiking.  There was no foraging.  We drove to the site, parked, unpacked, and then pitched our tent right next to my grandparent’s RV. That’s how we roll. And still the experience was terrible.  There was a skunk.  We were in a tent. I never camped again.

The closest I’ve come to camping in the last 15 years would be the time for college orientation my school forced me into the wilderness to “fly fish.” Oh no.  Thankfully, they rented us a cabin on a lake.  It was air-conditioned.  There was a stove. Otherwise, I don’t know if I would have survived. As it was I barely survived.  They. Didn’t. Let. Me. Take. A. Shower. For. Three. Days.

The horror.

So yeah. Two weekends ago, I went with some friends to New Hampshire for a little “get me off campus now!” vacation.  I called it “camping.”  We were in the woods.  We had a fire. It was outside (the fire and the house). And we cooked parts of our food outside.  Camping.  Sure the fire was in a “fire pit.”  And okay, we sat in chairs, with blankets, drinking wine and eating cheese and crackers/chocolate depending on the time of day.  And, yes, the food cooked outside was on a grill, but we were camping…in spirit.

I would not survive!

There I was sitting in a lawn chair on a beautiful deck overlooking some mountains when I realized how GLAD I was not to be in a YA novel right now.  Good Lord, Thank You!  After months of being pestered to read “the awesome” book by family and friends, I picked up a copy of Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins that I found sitting by a bed in my friend’s NH house.

It was EPIC.  It was smart, scary, emotional, fun in an “I am a bad person for enjoying this” kind of way.  The story follows 16-year-old Katniss as she plots, sneaks, and fights to the death in a dystopian future’s version of “Survivor.”  (My review of the book to come later).  But as I was sitting there in my plush, comfy, chocolate and cupcake filled life, I thought: “Wow, if this is a trend in YA then I am super glad that I am not a character!”  First person to die in the Hunger Game? Had I been there it would have been me.

Romantic Question: What do you think of the new post-apocalyptic trend in YA lit?  Are you a survivor or would you join me on the casualty list?

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  • 1. The Writer  |  April 24, 2011 at 6:36 pm

    Your post made me laugh. I am a big fan of camping…with a full-functioning cabin or hotel complete with running water and electricity. Preferably wifi too.

    Haven’t read the Movkingjay series yet, but I plan to before the movie comes out. I’d like to say I’d be a survivor, but I need to work on those, you know, survival skills first.

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  • 2. Spencer A. Freeman  |  April 24, 2011 at 7:40 pm

    I’m sure you already know about my love for the outdoors, but I can still empathize with your…less than stellar opinion of camping 🙂

    I’ve heard good things about Hunger Games, but personally, I’m not a fan of post-apocalyptic anything. When I think of the future, I imagine the Jetsons, not dirty, mangy kids (or people in general) and a world where everything looks bleak ( a la Blade Runner). That being said, I probably would only last as long as my will to want to get the hell out of there, haha!

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  • 3. Stephanie  |  April 25, 2011 at 11:36 am

    My family camped for years…we were seasonal campers at a family campground about an hour outside the city. We had a camper with running water and electricity and heat and a shower. It was far from being “real” camping. That was years ago and we no longer go, but from what I hear, many of the campers now have satellite dishes and air conditioning and such.

    You will never ever see me tent camping…just not for me. We’ve gone cabin camping a few times….but if there isn’t running water, it’s so much work. Not really my idea of a relaxing vacation.

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  • 4. Julia  |  April 27, 2011 at 9:52 am

    I knew we we soulmates. I hate camping with a passion too! You are so lucky your COOT was tame with a cabin. We had to sleep in tents during mine! Ruth and I ended up cuddled together to avoid pools of water in the bottom of our tent. I caved with the no shower rule and washed my hair in a freezing cold water spout on day 2.

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