glamping

How rugged are we?

Photo cred to the fabulous Ellie Poole.

We decided to go camping. Only, the way that it worked out, we were really "glamping." The knowledge of this term was brought to me by the lovely Ellie Poole, an absolute master of words. Glamping is a melding of the words glamour and camping. We ended up at a friend's house that is midway through being constructed, which was awesome because we could set our tents up under the overhang that will eventually be the deck of the house and there was a wonderful fire pit overlooking Lake Bulera. For dinner we had three courses: meatballs with potatoes and onions wrapped in foil, bread pockets filled with peanut butter and jelly, and s'mores. S'mores are usually a must, but they were all the more necessary this time because our British counterpart had never eaten one before.

It gets even more glamorous. There were two mattresses inside the house that we appropriated and fit into our tents to sleep on. I so wish one of us had gotten a picture of this, but, sadly, we didn't. See, it wasn't really camping, but that didn't mean it wasn't ridiculously awesome.

We stayed up way too late telling stories, laughing, and staying warm by the fire. After a foray to the ever-wonderful pit latrine, we said our goodnights and managed to sleep for a few hours before the birds, the sun, and the people walking along the road got us right back up. What a wake-up though.

I mean, this is definitely in the top three of the greatest "Good Morning"s God has ever spoken to me.

The morning was spent consuming pancakes with both chocolate and bananas in them and pineapple and praising God. There was some harmonica, some hymns, prayer, and just acknowledgement that God is so massive in every way. God cared for my soul so tangibly by providing incredible people to spend time with and an incredible place to be. Round two of me being blown away by God as the almighty creator who can mold lakes and mountains and me.