Roughing it

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Guess what I'm doing this weekend? Somehow I got talked into going camping for the first time in AGES. My camping experience is limited to sleeping in backyards and Girl Scout camp, so this should be interesting. Although I feel no shame in telling you an RV is involved. I'm pretty sure that means I can't call it camping.

If it were up to me, I'd probably pack exactly like the girl in Moonrise Kingdom — novels, a record player, a pink dress. But alas, my friend recommended buying — the horror — crocs to survive walking on wet rocks in the river. At least they're pink? (no seriously, I'm horrified.)

Picture from here.

We are also going tubing on a lazy river. People tell me this is very fun and relaxing. I'm not someone who is ever comfortable with sitting still for prolonged periods of time without reading/painting/writing/creating, so sitting still on a lazy river for hours isn't my idea of fun BUT I'm giving it a chance, fully expecting it to rock my world and prove me wrong.

So convince me folks, what is the best thing about camping? What's required to make it amazing? What can we all agree sucks about it? Wish me luck!