I just spent the holiday weekend camping up in Door County. It’s an annual multi-family gathering, full of great food, great company, and great outdoors. There is nothing more delightful than being in the Great Outdoors, sharing secrets with Mom Nature, roasting marshmallows over the campfire and hiking down the trails. We don’t do hotels, nor can we afford a pull-behind camper. My hubbie and I are quite content to use my son’s popup tent. But I have decided that next year is going to be different. At least comfort-wise.
Now that I’m sitting dry and comfy back in my livingroom, I’m going to change my comfort plans for next year. My body’s aches and pains are telling me that this was the last year for army cots and mummy sleeping bags. I think that I am old enough to bring a little more comfort into my camping zone.
I want to go out and get a nice, fluffy pillow for starters. It can be polyfill, but I’m tired of my neck being stiff from flat head. I also am tired of the mummy-bag-look. It was alright when I was in my 20’s and camping with the gang. But with my hot and cold flashes, I can’t breath when I’m a half inch away from poly filling. Besides that, I need to be able to accommodate my Restless Leg Syndrome. I need room. So next year I’m bringing a fluffy, over-sized comforter as my bedding. Floral preferred.
I also need something better than an army cot to prevent stiff bones and joints. Between my tail bone and hips stiffening, I need something that at least pretends to be a bed. A twin-sized air mattress should do the trick.
While we’re at it, this past weekend was a rainy one. Mud everywhere. We do take the luxury of putting a mat outside the tent door, but I think a few wash ‘n wear rugs on the inside floor would be the perfect resting place for my muddy shoes and callused feet. Floral also preferred, although these should be a darker color scheme.
I do set up a little table in the tent, but, alas, my husband’s bag usually takes up most of the room. The table also doubles as a holding spot for glasses, bottles of water, phone, and other oddities that goddesses need throughout the night. So I have to remember not to fill it with silly fluff just for fluff sake. But I need some ambiance, something to keep his stinky clothes at bay. A throw of some sorts should work as a tablecloth, along with a solar centerpiece or battery operated candle. Nothing bright — just enough light so I can find my way to the door. Nothing like stumbling over stinky dog on your way to the bathroom.
I know you are saying to yourself, Hey — this is camping, you know — not an evening at the Hilton. Camping is made to be a little rough, a little dirty. I so agree. But I also know that my “seasoned” bones need a little more pampering than they did 30 years ago. I have to understand that it’s okay to be a little slower, a little more cautious when it comes to doing the things I love. I can’t run down the road with the four-year-old, chasing him and his bike. So be it. I can be standing in the middle of the road when he circles back, though. That’s what granny’s do.
Grannies also take care of their surroundings. Both for themselves and others. And this granny deserves to have a little softness in her rough and tough camping world. I don’t think adding an air mattress or a fluffy pillow takes away from the glory of a tent in the woods. These “additions” would bring comfort to my body and my psyche, translating into a happy camper. And isn’t that the point of going?
I might think a little more about throw pillows, though…
11 thoughts on “Camping for Seniors”
I have to admit to purchasing a used trailer this year. My own kitchen, bed, and bathroom. Can’t wait to fluff it up, but have to do it slowly so Marty doesn’t notice! Glamping — I’m all about it! Taking my tea pot on my next trip.
Camping the good old-fashioned way hasn’t suited me in decades. Been there…as a Brownie and a Girl Scout…never going back again. I’m with you…comfort in old age.
I’m into all things pretty and fluffy these days! Since we are only hours apart in age, it must be our time to be chic and sultry!
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Indeed it is, David — the towns are touristy but fun too. And the water…beautiful.
You are awesome! You make me not afraid to be fluffy!
Don’t forget to hand a light from the center of the ceiling of the tent – something solar, maybe? How about a little basket under the table for storage for the things you now put on top, leaving room for fluff?
Door County. Beautiful country.
You are intrepid. I outlawed tents twenty years ago!
Kind of like traveling with toddlers. So much paraphernalia…
Thank you, my friend! It’s going to be the packing-it-all part of it that might be a challenge, though…
You’re an adventurous woman to camp at all. Much braver than me. I’d say you deserve all the comforts you can include. 🙂
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