Beyond The Tent
When on one beautiful late spring morning my friend Sebastian asked me if I would like to go camping next weekend I answered, “Sure, why not.” Then realizing my impulsive response, I immediately started to look for an alternate answer - an answer that would save me from going camping without making me sounding like a wimp. I was a 30-year old adult and had never gone camping before. The closest I came to anything camping was passing by a camping-gear store every morning on my way to school from my dorm. The idea of camping was fascinating though; a tent, a few cool and hip men and women sitting around fire and doing barbeque. This was how I saw it on TV . But the practical realities of sleeping under the sky with bugs and creepers crawling and flying around me and biting me didn’t feel inviting. It was hard for me to realize how sleeping in a tent could be a better idea than sleeping on my own bed in my own cozy bedroom; a bedroom with immediate acce...