I am not really a "back to nature" girl. I have said in the past that my idea of getting back to nature is staying at a Doubletree Inn, roughing it means there's no hot tub,
and foraging for food means there's no restaurant on site.
So what am I doing in the middle of no man's land, with real dirt, bugs, and humidity, no wi-fi or air condtioner, limited cellphone coverage, shared shower facilities and
pink toenails? (Other than sweltering in the heat, I mean....)
It means the SO won a free weekend at a campground out beyond the ends of the Earth. I don't mean you can see the ends of the Earth from here...I mean the ends
are behind me somewhere, and I feel like there should be a sign saying "Here there be dragons."
I am writing this on my iPod touch, as the SO is napping. Staying in a cabin at a KOA is one thing. This is different, a bit more like summer camp. (Someone please
cue up "Hello Muddah, Hello Faddah.") Our part of a cabin is so small, you've got to go outside to change your mind.
Share a shower? Not with my pedicure. Did I mention that this is at a Christian Campground? All I have is women's clothing, nicely done nails on hands and feet, and I'm
in shorts which shows my nicely shaved legs. Even my jewelry is all girl; I left my class ring at home. I AM going braless and without makeup. It's too hot and humid for
makeup, and in this top, my brastraps will show. It's bad enough my boobs are bouncing around like a teenagers. In fact, I have more cleavage than a few if them do,
and they seem peeved at this concept.
At least I left my skort at home...!
Meals here are announced with the ringing of a large bell. I'm starting to feel like Pavlov's dog...actually, more like his piglet. I'm eating like I'm pregnant. This may be in part
to wondering if we will have to hunt an elk or something, if the supply truck doesn't arrive soon.
Most folks here have been cordial with us, if not downright friendly. Because this is a "Family Camp" and we have no kids, there's been a few raised eyebrows at my nicely
shaped eyebrows. I suspect the speaker for this weekend either has me pegged, or is so clueless as to not even notice.
Do I care? Not really. I'm living as the woman I am as much as I can. That's the only way to live my life.
However, this is not my idea of fun, though I am enjoying certain aspects of the weekend. I really am looking forward to getting back to civilization again.
