I have my husband to thank for opening me up to the wonders of camping.  I loved to hike, be outside and enjoy nature, but I wouldn’t say I loved to sleep there.  And the idea of going to the bathroom outside?  Forget it.  However, much to my original disdain, my husband’s love for camping drew me in.  He talked about it with such a zeal and passion, that I had to try it… at least once.

The first time I went, I was not impressed.  We went for one night, and all we did was hike into the woods and set up camp.  We didn’t have a major hike or a body of water to look at; there were no breath-taking views.  So my initial opinion on the matter was “what’s the point?”  However, I was willing to try it again after purchasing a few more necessary items for women campers (since I was the first woman he’d taken, he couldn’t have prepared me for anything), and we went beach camping.  Beach camping made me see the wonder.  You had a private beach all to yourself!  Only accessible for those brave enough to take a ferry that drops you off on an island with no electricity, no bathrooms, no nothing.  It was wonderful.