We went camping this weekend up north to my husband's grandparents' property. They own over 140 acres of what used to be farm land in the tiniest town you have ever seen. Seriously I would guess the population to be around 100! So it is very nice property with a river for canoeing, but besides that, is pretty boring and in the middle of nowhere. Anyways, the whole family (extended family, which is usually around 50 people) go up to the property to camp for over a week. Oh, did I mention that this property is just the land, that means no bathrooms or showers or electricity what so ever. Now you see why we just went for the weekend?
We had a good time, and it was great to spend time with family we dont normally get to see often, but I tell you, I could never spend more than a few days there. I feel bad because my husband loves going there and he's used to it because they have been going for so long. I told him he could go without me for as long as he likes, or if he wants to wait for me, we can go for just the weekend. He wanted me to go so it ended up being a short trip, but I feel as if I am robbing him of his vacation with his family by only staying one night.
So we had fun and enjoyed ourselves, but nothing makes you appreciate home more than going camping and getting dirty and coming home for the little luxuries we normally take for granted! Like clean feet