Camp. Another nearly impossible adventure. I'd like to say it's because I was working, so camping wasn't an option, but that's not completely true. The reality is, I don't camp. I used to camp. My parents took us camping a number of times when we were kids. I even have happy memories of those trips, but I don't camp now. You might convince me to "glamp", but only if you can promise me a spider-free bathroom experience.
So, how to take part in this adventure? Take a photo of our unused camping equipment? Skulk through a local campground on my lunchbreak snapping photos of unsuspecting campers? Rocky Horror Picture Show costume selfie?
I spent a lot of time thinking about this. Time likely better spent doing other things. Like my job, though it was at work where I had my aha moment. I looked out the window and saw sailboats. A string of tiny sailboats. Sailing camp!
elusivelaurie shared on Instagram #EverydayAdventures2017 Can you see the string of sailboats in the distance? |
And around the corner from my workplace you can catch a glimpse of the cadets' summer training camp. Sometimes you can hear them too. When I took the picture below, I could hear cheering and laughter. Last week, when I was in Royston, I could hear gunfire.
Last week gunfire. This week laughter. |
I'm glad I remembered there's more than one way to look at "camp". I hope our local campers are enjoying their adventures...and a spider-free bathroom experience.
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