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When Glamping Goes Bad
But turns out to be the best thing ever
Recently, I flew my city-dwelling self to Colorado where I was going to visit a friend. I was looking forward to seeing this beautiful state, since I had never been there for any extended period.
Part of the festivities included a trip to Crested Butte with my friend’s brand new, tricked-out camper. When I think of “camping” this is all I know — since I grew up with my parents who hauled us around the country with a trailer in tow. We had heat, running water, and electricity — all the comforts of home — even 50 years ago.
In other words, no tent camping for me. Ever.
But my friend and I weren’t going tent camping — far from it. My friend’s camper has all the above utilities, powered by solar panels (cool!), and even WiFi! Whoa, this was going to be so awesome! We were going to be experiencing the beauty of the mountains, in a remote spot, with perfect climate control, refrigerated food, and internet!
We set out on the road, and traveled the 4+ hours to the destination. Then to find the perfect spot. My badass friend traversed some pretty rough terrain and persisted in finding the ideal campsite. There was not another soul around.
Seriously, look at this amazing spot:
