When I found out that I would be spending the next 10 weeks living in a tent at the Pawtucaway State Park campground my heart skipped a few beats. How on earth was I going to survive 10 weeks of camping? 10 weeks of dirt, bugs, and no wifi? After I set up my campsite, I climbed a large boulder that overlooks the lake and watched the sunset. That’s when it hit me. I wouldn’t be just regular old camping; I would be glamour camping or glamping as some people refer to it as.
But what exactly is glamping? Some people would say that it is camping without leaving any of the comforts of home behind, and all though I do have a fancy two burner coleman stove that’s about it when it comes to my amenities.
But don’t feel sorry for me. I am living in the lap of luxury. My campsite is nestled in a grove of tall hemlocks where their branches extend and cover me in their shade.
It’s not far to the water’s edge where I can cool off in the refreshing waters of Lake Pawtuckaway. Afterwards I dry myself off on a sunny boulder.
At night I am lulled to sleep by the distant calls of the loons, and I am awakened in the morning by the sweet chirping of the black-capped chickadee. As I explore the wonders of Pawtuckaway I am escorted by an array of dragonflies and butterflies that dance around me as I stroll the trails.
Finally, as I am gently rocked by the gentle breeze in my hammock I think about the many more weeks I will have here at Pawtuckaway, and how glamorous it will all be.