The Taste Trekker

Daily writing prompt

Have you ever been camping?

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Have I ever been camping? As an adult, no. As a child… yes—and I hated every minute of it.

It was a school trip. And if there was one thing I loathed more than camping, it was school trips. I was very much a “home” child—happiest with family, not paddling around in a kayak or clambering up a rock face in some unfamiliar forest. I went, reluctantly, and surprise surprise—I hated sleeping in a tent, hated the outdoor activities, hated the whole thing.

But now? I think I’d actually enjoy it. In fact, I think I’d enjoy it because of everything I hated back then.
Camping these days feels like an appealing alternative to pricey hotels or soulless caravans. The idea of a quiet pitch beneath the stars, far from the glow of streetlights, sounds peaceful—even magical. I love the thought of spotting a shooting star, or watching a trail of SpaceX satellites glide silently overhead. I imagine long woodland walks, morning coffee brewed on a camp stove, maybe even hiring a canoe and lazily drifting down a river somewhere tranquil.

My husband, however, flat-out refuses to entertain the idea. “Camping?” he says. “Not a chance.”
Maybe I’ll surprise him one weekend… pitch up, light a fire, and prove him wrong.