There was a time when I thought camping might be a good idea.
I like nature after all.
I like enjoying nature shows on TV & dreaming about going to see all those exotic locations; One Summer, my acquaintance offered to drive us up into the mountains near our beach condo town & go camping for real. I genuinely didn’t know why I hadn’t done it before. The two of us amassed an impressive amount of supplies & figured the people I was with and I had everything the people I was with and I needed for a couple nightsâ€¦ Despite the majestic views, there were various things I didn’t count on, or at least didn’t suppose about: the dire hot & cold temperatures & the bugs. At the elevation where the people I was with and I were camping, it waswarmwhile in the afternoon however quite cold at night. The two of us were miles away from any form of temperature control & it was start to get to me. The tents that the people I was with and I set up blatantly didn’t do a legitimately good job of fighting off the heat or the cold. They also didn’t do a legitimately good job of keeping bugs out. Out there, being laid bare to the elements, it just made myself and others wish the people I was with and I had an RV or something. I do not have a single complication with nature so long as I can retreat into a temperature-controlled space while I am enjoying it. I did my best to not appear miserable while in the trip, however my acquaintance sensed that I wasn’t having as good a time as him. Even he agreed that having an RV with temperature control would be even better!