As I wrote yesterday morning the Keurig was brewing my coffee, the heat – provided by the generator – had kept the desert chill at bay, and I had internet via the mobile hotspot tethering I did with TMobile’s plan and my husband’s phone. Am I really ”camping?”
Technically, we were ”dry camping.” We had no provided electricity and water, were in a national forest with access provided by our tax dollars, but we were not in a tent freezing our tushes off as we slept on the ground, kindling sticks together to cook a meal.
I remember wanting to camp as a child and my mother commenting, ”Why would I want to cook and clean outside?” Good call, Mom.