The older I get, the more open I am to up-to-date experiences, then when I was younger, I feel like I had a absolutely strict opinions about what I would & would not try to do.
Unblessedly, numerous of these opinions were formed based on the accounts of others! I didn’t necessarily make these choices on my own or have the past experiences under my belt to sufficiently judge what was or wasn’t worthwhile; For instance, my Dad constantly told me that she hated camping, however she painted horrific pictures of being trapped in the woods without heat or food as tumultuous rains pummeled her tent, then obviously, my buddy and I never went camping when I was a kid.
My mother refused to even entertain the idea for a second, however now, as an adult, I’m wondering what I missed out on & how I truly feel about the experience. I unquestionably love nature & hiking, so it makes sense that I would also care about camping if given the opportunity, and that being said, all the people has their limits. This past season a few friends of mine invited me out to go camping. I was severely enthusiastic about the idea, until I looked at the weather for the week. The outdoor climate was expected to be 95° & incredibly humid. There wasn’t supposed to be any sort of breeze or a opportunity for rain. This month, my buddy and I weren’t going to get any natural relief from the heat & humidity outdoors. When I brought up my air temperature concerns to my friends, they simply laughed at me. Of course it was going to be tepid & humid, my buddy and I were going to be outside & that was part of the experience. Still, I told them I would not be able to sleep if it was so sticky & irritated outside, and jokingly, they told me I could figure out an air conditioning solution if I wanted. Well, that has exactly what I did. I dug out my portable a/c & my backup generator. Maybe it wasn’t energy efficient, but my tent was charmingly air conditioned for the entire camping expedition. It turns out, I do care about camping.