For me travel is synonymous to camping. That is not to say we never go on non-camping vacations. That just means that I really enjoy vacations were we get to go camping.
I remember when we went shopping for our tent. D and I were newlyweds. D was skeptical about the whole thing because he was not sure how much I would like camping, me having never slept in a tent before. But he needed to buy a tent for his various outdoor adventures and I tagged along. Once at the store as he went looking at the various specs, the weight, the height when pitched, the surface area, the number of people the tent can sleep, 3 season tent vs. 4 season tent (all important measures when you are backpacking in changing climatic conditions), I promptly went and fell for the most good-looking tent pitched on the store floor. Yes, I am shallow like that.
I am glad the tent I felt in love with met all the conditions D was looking for, because it was too early in our marriage to test the strength of it. And who knows who would come out a winner in that :). Anyways we bought our tent and came back home. And then not a day passed where I did not pester D when we could go camping. In a couple of days I was so fed up that I remember threatening him that I would pitch the tent in our living room and sleep in it, if we did not go camping soon. When we finally did go camping, I promptly fell in love with it and am up for a camping trip most any time.
I love being able to pitch our tent right on the sandy beach. The last thing that you hear as you drift to sleep is the waves hitting the shore. The sound of the waves, being the first think that registers as you get up in the morning.
I love having a campsite surrounded by the green of trees and bushes, overlooking gigantic snow-capped mountains.
I love the view of the mountains as I sit inside the tent and watch the sun go down. Fall asleep to the music of wind, wake up to the chirping of birds
I love our tent in the middle of a climbing paradise where at day end I see D making his way down from his last climb of the day. Where I open my eyes to D getting his gear ready for the climbing day ahead.
I love how our tent makes it journey around the world and makes it way to base camps of various mountains.
I love sitting in front of the camp fire at the end of the day. No TV, no laptop, no distraction. Just the two of us, talking about anything, everything. Just being with each other. I love how relaxing it is to soak up the warmth of the fire on a chilly night, when nothing else intrudes.
I also have to admit that I love how cheap the vacation is. A campsite is not more than $25 a night (for the most expensive site) and we cook our own food. Not because it’s about money.. because in fact it’s about spreading the budgeted money for vacation so that we can take a lot more of them.
And I loved that when we took Buzz camping for the first time, after the tent was pitched and the mattress and sleeping bags set up inside, we lay her down inside the tent. What did she do? She laughed out loud and kept at it till we where there. No one was entertaining her, no one trying to get her to laugh. There was something about the tree branches moving and the birds hopping from one place to other. There was something about the experience she so loved, that made an impression on her, that she laughed and laughed and we smitten parents that we are, laughed with her 🙂