I don’t camp. There, I’ve said it. I like clean sheets and a firm mattress when I sleep. I like to soak in a nice, warm
bathtub. I like a room that gets cleaned as if by magic while I'm gone, with the bed turned down and a chocolate on my pillow. If God had meant me to go camping, He wouldn’t have invented
hotels. In a hotel, you never have to fill a 75-gallon gas tank or empty a
black water holding tank. With an RV, you have to clean and load it before you go,
clean and empty it when you’re done, and do all the cooking, cleaning, laundry
and dishes while you’re away. How is
that a vacation? Avid campers tell me I should reconsider. They say there are
so many lovely places you can’t get to without a tent or an RV. Trust me. I don’t want to
go to any of them.
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