Two weekends ago, I went camping. Well, I guess not camping in the sense of tents and kerosene lamps and cooking over a fire. But there were sleeping bags.
There was also a part of camp I wondered into that had a very ‘village-in-Lost’ kind of feeling. No one was about, I don’t think the cabins were occupied that weekend. Lots of stuff was overgrown. Empty cabins will have that effect, I guess.
It was fun, I enjoyed myself and was refreshed because of it. Glad to come back to reality though. I don’t think I’m a camping kind of person. I like it, and I’ll do it, but it’s not something I would choose to do for myself.