What the heck is Glamping? by Paulette Rees-Denis
What does a wild-hearted, tattooed, honky tonkin’ bellydancer do when she is taken over with the urge for some wanderlusting? She goes glamping!
What the hell is that you ask? Well my friends, it is a term combining glamour and camping... does that conjure up any images in your head? Yes, and that before-mentioned bootscootin’ queen is me...and I go glamour camping, complete with tiara and crinoline, in any of my three trailers, two are vintage and one is a retro looking new pup. And what fun I have! Babes, I’m not one for sleeping on the hard ground in a tent...done that long time ago… Now I like to see the road and take my stuff with me in my own little house on wheels— my full kitchen (that is way important!), my bed, my man, my two corgi-dogs, guitar, my man’s bass guitar, various assorted cowboy boots and books, lots of wine and whiskey, computer, camera, etc. And little is the operative word here… we are talking 14-18 foot long trailers. Plus our tow vehicle (which I wish was a ‘57 BelAir station wagon!). Not one of those enormous scary RVs that could host a giant party and guzzles gas like not to be believed. Just a sweet small little trailer, that is decked out and cozy with some sort of theme! Take Loretta! She is a turquoise and white ‘63 Shasta, which my husband and I bought pretty much restored. She is a 17 footer, and her theme is honky tonk music, ‘cuz that is what I play on my guitar and listen to mostly. And of course named after Ms. Loretta Lynn. We found amazing fabric for the cushions that is jetson meets guitars and is perfect.
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