Glamping = glamorous camping. Satisfying your craving for the outdoors and your penchant for a good meal, nice glass of wine, a comfortable bed, and (when you’re with me) an impromptu rockstar photo shoot.
Earlier this summer, over two dozen of my friends and I ventured out to Angels Camp in Frog County for the weekend. We stayed in cabins, had full electricity and wi-fi, took coin-free hot showers, and filled our bellies with some deliciously prepared meals.
Some of us went ziplining, one of us foraged for wild mushrooms, most of us enjoyed Starbucks in the morning and ice cream cones in the afternoon. Despite this, we totally roughed it: we got bitten by bugs, caught frogs, had a frightening encounter with a wild horse, let a toddler swallow (nearly) whole a bag of chewy bears, and went nose to nose with an emu. Oh yeah, we roughed it alright.