Weekend camping provides the perfect cure for the soul

I’ve been a camper from a way back. And when I say “camping”, I mean real camping in a tent with a sleeping bag and an air mattress, not the type of camping that requires a trailer with all the comforts of home, which I will henceforth refer to as glamping.

I was introduced to camping by my parents who used to haul my brother and sisters and I off to Prince Edward Island every summer where we would camp in one of those tent trailers that’s literally just a step up from sleeping on the ground.

After I left home, I continued to camp as often as I could.

There is something about living and sleeping in the great outdoors that is truly invigorating.

I tried to pass on my passion for camping to a series of girlfriends throughout my 20s, which wasn’t always successful. Apparently some women don’t fully appreciate sleeping on the ground with nothing to protect you from the local wildlife than a thin wall of nylon.

My ex tried her hand at camping and actually enjoyed it. It was camping with me that she didn’t enjoy and early on in our relationship we agreed that we would be