Backyard glamping for two.

…and of course a delicious breakfast.

Husband is what we’d call an “outdoorsy” person.  He is  “a rub two sticks together for fire, let’s go wrestle some bears and go #2 in the bushes” type-of-guy.  Me? I’m more… “let’s put the tent next to the camper.  In a campground.  Where they have running water and electricity”.  And you know what? I like toilets and toilet paper. Sorry, but I do.

Then we heard of this thing called “glamping”.  Glamorous camping.

“THIS IS RIGHT UP MY ALLEY!!” …

Or so I thought.  Apparently it costs you arms, legs, your first-born child and family dog.

So our backyard in the middle of St. Paul, with makeshift stars and extra ferocious squirrels will have to do for now…

But husband and husky can wrestle the squirrels.  That, I don’t mind.