So The Thirty-Something Bride is not one who camps. I have vague memories of our camping expeditions when I was a child. They include vomiting all over my own hair, peeing in a Hi-C can, fighting with my brother in the backseat of our station wagon and being terrified of just about every creeping, crawling, slithering thing in nature. The closest I‘ve come to camping in my adult life is sleeping on an air mattress in the back yard of a friend’s lake house. Or, it could have been the time I was too drunk to drive, so slept in the backseat of my car. Neither experience is one I care to repeat.
There are a few times when I considered camping. Usually it’s when I watch some period-piece movie like Out of Africa with all these wonderful tents with beds and tea service and lots and lots of servants. Yeah, that’s what I call camping. I want someone to set all the stuff up, cook all my meals and keep all the bugs and animals away from me. I knew that this kind of camping didn’t really exist so filed away my romantic African safari fantasy under “Impossibly Lovely.”
Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a small article towards the back of this month’s Martha Stewart Weddings called Glamping. That’s right, Glamorous + Camping = Glamping. Who knew? It helps explain this commercial I keep seeing:
Now this doesn’t look too bad, does it? Via Storm Creek Outfitters.
How about THIS for luxury? Check out these options from The Resort at Paws Up in Montana.
I think I could get into this Yurt at Patagonia Camp in South America.
Sing me up. This is Sinya on Lone Man Creek in Wimberley, Texas!
Now apparently, I am a little slow on the uptake regarding this whole Glamping thing. There are Glamping blogs, and Glamping on Twitter. Who knew? I mean, when two of your three biggest fears in life are creepy-crawly things bigger than my thumbnail and rodents, it’s not like I’m going to research the best ways to possibly avoid these things. I’m just going to absolutely avoid them, no questions asked.
So what do you think? Are you a Glamping bride? Would you honeymoon this way, a la Subaru-Style? I’d consider this style, as long as I have a personal bug/rodent killing and/or repelling servant to protect me from my own phobias.