Camping is one of those things I think I would really enjoy if I had to camp. The whole act opf marching out into the woods, pitching a tent, cooking over a fire, sleeping under the stars, etc... for no other purpose than to do those things strikes me as landing a little to close to make believe or role playing. Imitating something genuine. I think I would love camping in the woods and sleeping, eating and living out of doors, but for me to enjoy camping it would need to be necessary. I long for a scenario (I really do) where I have no choice but to live in the woods with no shelter but my tent for a couple of months.
I think I would enjoy hiking and horseback riding too if I was required to do those things. ...but doing them for their own sake strikes me as an empty and unsatisfying activity. I would love it if I had to do them though.
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Have you heard about Heidi's yurt?
Recently married, and next month, they'll be LIVING in a yurt. Hauling water, lighting lamps, hiking to and fro.
I'm actually a little jealous....
I totally feel you on this one Josh.
Rock-climbing carries the same baggage I think...
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