The Year of Camping

It looks like it’s going to be a good year for camping. At the end of the month we plan on camping at a music festival. It’s one of those festivals with a lot of fiddles, banjos, and guitars. We went a few years ago and had a great time.

Next month we’ll be camping with family on the coast of Maine. That’s always a good time. We’ve been going there ever since the kids were little. Now they bring their kids. It’s the same people running the campground too, so it’s like coming home.

We have a lot of trips planned for the Oday 19. With a boat that small, it’s just camping on the water. Some trips may involve throwing a tent in the boat and camping along the shore.

When fall rolls around I hope to head south for a couple months on the boat. After that my lovely wife and I plan on doing a mix of boating and tenting. With all that going on, it’s possible we may spend more time camping than living in a house.

In past years we’ve done so much camping that people we meet can’t believe we actually have a house somewhere. I guess we do a good job living like homeless people?

There’s a big difference between going camping for the occasional weekend and doing it long term. People on a short trip come home with piles of laundry, dirty pots and pans, and in desperate need of a shower. That doesn’t work day after day, week after week, and month after month.

After months of camping we come back fitter and tanner than when we left. However, we still enjoy coming home. It’s good to live easy for a while. Then there are all the family and friends we’ve missed. Being semi-nomadic works for us. I really missed not being able to travel last winter and plan to make up for it.

-Sixbears