Mrs. Kfred and I just completed a fun weekend with Marv, the neighbor, and his wife in the luxury and surroundings of his RV on a small trip. There was a small festival in the area that they wanted to attend over the weekend and invited us to come up and stay over the weekend with them.
I have never been much of a camping person as I have never understood the fun of sleeping on the hard ground, freezing your ass of most of the time, not taking a shower for 2 - 3 days at a time, and eating cold, burnt on the outside, half raw on the inside, hamburgers and fish during mealtime. Sorry that just doesn't appeal to me. This time was different, however. Pull out the couch and it turns into a comfy hide-a-bed with plenty of blankets. Microwave, flatscreen TV, internet, on-board shower and toilet, and a small ice making freezer unit for cocktails, and PRESTO!, roughing it isn't too bad.
As a nod to the idea of a community campfire, however, we did conduct a time old ritual: we did drink 4 "one last beers" ending at 2:30 in the morning in addition to the numerous ones we had before while starting and maintaining the fire during the night. It is always smart to properly use, care, and handle the resources you brought with you. I feel that simple act respected this solemn duty.
Now, where did I put the hair gel?
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