As I’m writing this I have a million and one of tabs open on my computer trying to find the best camping spot for me and three of my girlfriends. We’ve been trying to make this camping trip happen for a little over a decade, but nothing has ever materialized. In the past I’be been afraid to take over the planning for fear of being seen as “bossy.”
Fuck that noise, I say. I’m going to be bossy as hell. I’m going to research camping sites and make this ish happen whether they like it or not. Enough is enough. I’m taking control, baby.
There’s just one problem, though. I don’t have a tent.
Actually, the more I research this thing the more I realize you have to bring a lot of gear with you when you’re going camping. You need a tent, an inflatable mattress, a sleeping bag, a pillow, a cooler, food that will not spoil in said cooler, a gas cooking stove, things to eat with (what?), LOTS OF FRESH DRINKING WATER, some fold out chairs probably, fire starter instruments, a compass maybe. Am I forgetting something? I feel like I’m forgetting something important.
Toilet paper. Yup, definitely going to need toilet paper.
When I first started thinking of this camping thing, I just imagined myself prancing through the forest in a flowing white top trying to find a nice patch of moss where I could tinkle, but nope, the reality is that you have to trudge along a shovel with you to bury your poop and you’ll most likely have an ass covered in mosquito bites by the end of day one of your trip.
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