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glamping Life Memoirs

Stone Groan

It was a perfect weekend for camping–temps in the 80’s, fair skies. It was a bit windy so I really couldn’t set much outside but I managed to decorate my site and make it a glamping fit.

My cozy comfy little vintage camper.

It was a Get’away Gals campout, so as is our custom we met Thursday evening for a “BYODinner” to catch up and play games and just enjoy being together again. I made plans to go to a flea market the next day with some of the ladies.

Friday morning after a rather fitful night I got up feeling a little off. I met the ladies and got into the car, but I soon recognized the odd feeling. It was a familiar ache. Kidney stone. We had to make one restroom stop on the way to the market. I chose denial and went shopping.

The kidney stone chose not to be ignored. I managed to buy a pair of earrings and another item but after two restroom visits it was time to say uncle. I asked my friend to take me back to the campground, a mere 40 minutes away. Nausea reared its ugly head and we had to stop again.

Finally back at my camper I rummaged around for the hydrocodone and tamsulosin prescriptions I’d gotten at the ER last year for the same problem. I always bring those drugs with me in case. I’m so glad I did.

I texted everyone in my family as I tried to decide what to do. Should I hook up my camper and try to make the two-hour drive home? (No way that would have happened!) Should I ask someone to pick me up? My sister and brother-in-law said they would come get me and my trailer. But then my son gave me the wisest advice. Stay put. Ride it out. Call 911 if I have to, or get a friend to take me to a clinic or ER.

After the medicine took effect, staying put was my only option. Thank God for my cozy, comfy little camper and my bucket potty. I slept most of the day and when I woke I texted a friend, asking her to bring me something from the potluck. I ate half of that and then slept until the next morning.

When I woke the back pain and urgency to use the bathroom were gone. I showered, dressed, and ventured to the clubhouse where a few ladies were hanging out. Had the stone actually passed?

I was good. Good enough to go on to the ballpark to watch my grandson play in his baseball tournament. It was a lucky coincidence that my camping event and his tournament were in the same town on the same weekend.

Back at the campground I attended the evening dinner, hooked up my camper, and drove home on Sunday with no problems. The stone was gone. Many had prayed for me, and I have no doubt that God in His infinite mercy intervened. But I can’t help having a lingering fear that I will have another stone on another campout or on a long trip. I won’t let that fear keep me from going, though. I know even in the darkness and pain, He will be with me.

Have you ever had a kidney stone?

XOXO

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glamping

Glamping and Melting

I just returned from a camping trip I shouldn’t have gone on. (Yes, this former English teacher just ended a sentence with a preposition. I’m not ashamed.) Why would I say such a thing? What happened? Was there a camping catastrophe, a glamping goof, a trailer trauma? Nope, none of those. It was just too darn hot!

This campout was at a beautiful new campground in Oklahoma called the Do Drop Inn RV Resort at Lake Texoma. It isn’t actually on the lake, but it’s close enough to provide easy access. Maybe I should have taken advantage of the lake to cool off, but I didn’t, unfortunately.

You may be unaware that little vintage trailers like mine are not insulated. The only thing between you and the great outdoors is a layer of plywood and a thin layer of metal called the skin. I guess no one thought to insulate these little trailers. Maybe it would have made it too comfortable–more like being at home than camping. I don’t know, but my little trailer heats up like a tin box in the bright summer sun.

Miss Millie resting in the bright sun.
Even if she was hot inside, I still love her!

Don’t you have air conditioning? You bet I do. The last vacation I took without air conditioning was when I was a kid on a family vacation and I had no choice. That’s the summer I brought my Donny Osmond album to play at my cousin Donna’s house and it warped before we got there. You Gen X’s and Millenials probably don’t have a clue what I’m talking about. When vinyl gets too hot, it warps or bends, making the record almost impossible to play. (Search “warped record album” images and you’ll see.)

I still have it! Notice my Color Street thumbnail
matches his pants!

The problem is that the little portable unit that I have nestled under my dinette table in my camper just can’t keep up when the temps go above 90 degrees. I was comfortable at night but as the day heated up it got more and more uncomfortable. The first full day of camping I went thrift shopping and returned around 4:00 pm. I tried to rest but it was so uncomfortable in my camper that I quickly dressed for dinner (Denim & Diamonds was the theme) and headed to the clubhouse two hours early to escape the heat.

This is my honkin’ A/C unit. The louver at the top opens and blows cold air, but it doesn’t keep up very well. Everything behind it stays scorching hot!

Although I enjoyed getting to see my camping friends, a few I hadn’t seen for over a year, I found this entire campout less enjoyable than others. It was just too hot to sit around outside a campfire or around someone’s camper, or even out on the deck and visit. Everything had to be done inside. Of course, that is also the case when it rains, but at least I’m not sweating. I could have hung out in the pool but I would have gotten sunburned since there was no shade there at all.

Me in my “denim and diamonds.” That expression on my face?
Who knows?

So what is the solution? Not going camping in September is the simplest solution. Maybe I could get someone to take the skin off my trailer and add insulation. Or maybe I could invent a giant popup canopy to park under. Or maybe I will pull that portable a/c unit out and install a window unit in one wall. I know one thing: camping in a vintage trailer in the bright summer sun ain’t for me any more. I’d just as soon be at home in the a/c looking at all the pictures of the campout on Facebook.

What about you? Do you enjoy summer camping, or like me, do you prefer cooler weather?

XOXO

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glamping

More Holiday Scotsman Glamping

As promised, I’d like to share photos from the inside of my 1962 Scotsman Scottie during my last campout at Tyler State Park’s Pineywoods Christmas in the Park event.  I tried to make the most of every inch of the ten-foot interior.  For the outdoor décor, click here.

Hope you enjoyed my little tour!  In case you’re wondering, all décor is courtesy of my sisters, mother, friends, Dollar General, Big Lots, thrift stores, and my own home. 
Happy New Year!  May it be abundantly blessed.
XOXO


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glamping

Ten Reasons I Go Glamping

Me in costume.


I love camping like a girl, glamour-camping, or glamping as it is known these days.  This kind of camping doesn’t require a camp stove, campfire, or sleeping bags.  It doesn’t even require cooking or any kind of “roughing it.”  It’s camping for girls, and I love it.  Why would a woman who likes being clean, who doesn’t tolerate the heat, and loves evenings in her favorite chair want to leave all that behind, get dirty and sweaty hooking up a trailer, pulling it, possibly having to back it, and then unhooking it and setting up all the décor and power and water at a campsite?  I’ll tell you why!

For me, glamping means:

1.   Time away from family, job, home, and even church responsibilities.

Friends and me out shopping.


2.   New friends at every event.

3.  Getting to dress up in costume.

4.  Getting to decorate my camper like a playhouse.

5.  Me time.

6.  A sense of independence from pulling a trailer on my own.

7.  A sense of accomplishment from pulling, backing, and parking a trailer.

8.  The camaraderie of a wonderful group of women from all walks of life.

9.  Visiting new places, especially small towns.

10. Laughing and having fun.

Of course, you don’t have to go glamping to experience all this. You could just grab your group of friends and go somewhere together.  But there’s something about sitting outside at a campground, sometimes around a fire, sharing stories and jokes and confidences with women who appreciate you for who you are at that moment without knowing all your history and baggage.  There are no expectations and no preconceived notions, just living in the moment.  That’s my favorite part of glamping.  And when I’m tired, or just want to be alone, all I have to do is go for a walk or duck inside my camper.  No one judges, and I can get lost in my own little world, my own little vintage camper.

My sweet camper, Miss Millie, all decked out.

Mandatory stop at Buc’ee’s

How about you?  How do you get your me time?

XOXO

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glamping teaching

Not quite ready to die. . .not just yet!

A student once asked me if I wanted to die.

“Pardon me?”  I looked up from my desk where I was grading papers to see him standing in front of me.
“Do you want to die?” he repeated.
“Is that a threat or a rhetorical question?”
“I’m just asking because you’re older and you couldn’t possibly have as much fun as you did when you were young like us.”
“Oh, really.  (Insert name here), you will be surprised to know that I have more fun now than I ever did when I was your age.”
And that’s the truth.  Just check out these photos. . .
Barbie Bash Birthday Camp Out
Silly me as Junk Gypsy Barbie
Two friends as Surgeon Barbie and Sleepytime Barbie
Fall Festival Camp Out
Several of us attending a local fall festival.  That’s me on the right.
One of the attractions was a performing pig!
Me and my dollhouse!
Mardi Gras Camp Out
My Mardi Gras costume!
Me with a friend and a jester found at a thrift store!
Me with Dixie, our fearless leader!  Love her purple wig!
Some of my glamping decor. . .

Luck o’ the Irish Camp Out

All the petticoats line up for a photo.
Me in the center with two wonderful new friends.
Ready for the celebration.
Who says middle-aged adults can’t have fun?  Girls still just want to have fun, even at our age.  At our monthly campouts we get to dress up in costume, and we get to decorate our dollhouses (campers).  
What do you do for fun?  Teenagers haven’t cornered the market.  Fun can be had at all ages.
XOXO