Tent camping. Fabulous.

I sat down on my sleeping bag perched on top my cot. It was chilly for the first week of August, but then again, it’s always cold in northern Michigan.

I’ve never been much of a camper. I like being outside, just not necessarily sleeping in it. So despite the chills, the mosquito bites, mysterious pincher bugs on the sides of the tent and public bathroom facilities, I still managed to appreciate the beauty of Charlevoix, Michigan.

Maybe someday I’ll enjoy camping. Maybe.