I am not a camper. We camped quite often when I was a child, but I am not a camper. I do love the outdoors. I can hike all day, go whitewater rafting, horseback riding--I even did a midnight rainforest hike in Costa Rica with poisonous snakes, spiders, and creepy crawlies. But I am not a camper. At the end of my outdoor adventures, I want a bed, a toilet and a shower. I want the bed off the ground, and I want the toilet and the shower within steps of the bed. And not steps that require me to go through woods, gravel, or dirt to reach them. Continue reading "Not a Happy Camper"