I am a city girl. The least populous place I’ve lived is Ann Arbor, MI and it made me a little twitchy. If it doesn’t have chlorine, I won’t swim in it. If there is the remote possibility of ticks, I’ll be in the car, thank you very much. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the wonders of the natural world. I’d just rather appreciate them through a window or a screen.
So, where will I be spending the weekend? Camping. This is not my idea of a getaway. This is ulcer-inducing. I’ve tried to get myself out of it. In the end, I will suck it up and go along. It is easier to bitch out into the ether than win an argument here. Trust me, I’ve tried.