Camping for the Bourgeoisie

 

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Camping for the Bourgeoisie

The first year we bedded down in a tiny tent, the baby nestled between us.

Ten years later we’ve acquired:  three more children; a huge canvas castle; tables and chairs; three-ring gas cooker and ‘compact’ fridge; bikes and sand toys; tablets, board games and teddies. Fairy lights and bunting are inessential but fun. A bubble machine, bat detector and barbecue inspire admiration and envy in equal measure.

One day we’ll pack two mugs, a good knife and a hammock and head for the hills. In the meantime, I just have this load of washing to finish and a groundsheet to air.

(Genre; unreliable memoir)

Miranda Lewis, 2017

It’s been a while since I took part in Friday Fiction. Being under canvas when this week’s photo (copyright Jan Wayne Fields) was posted by our esteemed host, Rochelle, I couldn’t resist.

Camping is a strange beast. Once a cheap option for the shy, the adventurous, the lover of nature it has become a huge industry. It’s also a great way to people watch – on a busy campsite you can see almost everything that usually goes on behind closed doors (and probably hear everything you can’t see.)

To go right inside all those yurts, tepees, wigwams and tents of the world click here.

Here’s a comment from my friend Natalie who linked in from my facebook page. (Aren’t I just the social media butterfly!) This made me laugh: ‘Your story could be about my family. We started with all four of us in a little 2 man tent for a night in Poole. Ten years later we had a trailer tent with double mattresses, electricity, a fold out sofa, gas BBQ, fridge, gazebo…the works!’

33 thoughts on “Camping for the Bourgeoisie

  1. I had to laugh — you are so right.😊 One place we lived our next-door neighbors had a little campsite lot with a small trailer at a camp-ground about 10 km down the road. They would spend a week there in summer, but could easily slip home if they needed something. That’s the way to camp. 😄

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  2. I could never do that. My type of camping is where I try to set up a tent, then end up sleeping in the backseat of a 1980 Toyota Corolla while the rain pours outside on a California coastline. Well done on memories!

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  3. This is so funny and reminds me of my childhood. We had these fancy campers that got fancier over time. Only as an adult have I camped with tents, and the best one yet is a very small one. I doubt that I’ll do the hammock thing though. Lovely, fun story, and the title is a hoot.

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  4. Dear Miranda,

    I can so relate to this. We went camping as our ‘honeymoon’ the first year we were married. A little two man tent that we shared with our puppy. We cooked over a campfire and washed dishes in a plastic bowl. My husband now works in a sporting goods store so he has to have all of the latest innovations in camping supplies. Hang the fact that we haven’t gone camping together in ten years. But he does have his castle in Sturgis 😉 Sorry…I’ve gone off babbling. Good story! Good to see you back, too.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Hi Rochelle, I’ve loved all these stories in response to mine. We all know happiness isn’t possessions but it’s hard to resist. Love the honeymoon description! Miranda

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  5. My husband and I still tent camp, doing our best to get away from “hotel on wheels” with generators and T.V.s. I mean honestly. If you want to live inside while being out in nature, rent a room! Loved the collection of stuff in your piece. Nicely done, and WELCOME BACK!

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    • Yes, that hotel on wheels! The purpose of camping is to be outside and be free of all that. Glad you like all the stuff- I thankfully don’t own it all myself but have witnessed every single thing right down to the bubble machine and bat detector.

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  6. You nailed it, Miranda. In fact, I’d just started a longer story a couple of weeks ago entitled “The Great American Camping Trip” that somewhat mirrors your post. We start primitive and simple, and evolve into taking the entire grocery story and dragging a miniature hotel to a campground that “must” have electricity, running water, and hot showers.

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  7. That’s how it goes…. for us too! Tent to pop-up tent-trailer to trailer. No way in hell you could get me to go back to a tent and a sore back after attempting to sleep in the damp. Ugh.

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