And to be completely honest, it's not the money that is the problem. It is the sheer amount of effort it takes to plan a trip to live like a homeless person. It's not like I don't love a good campfire, it's simply that it seems like a waste to spend all that time putting up a tent for one or two nights. And trust me, if Gus and I are going to take a week off of work, we probably are not going camping. Despite camping A LOT as kids, neither one of us are particularly seasoned campers nor have we ever desired to be.
Cue Basecamp Hotel in South Lake Tahoe. We took the kids camping Chunglund style.
|there was a tent|
|and a campfire|
|strategically taken selfies|
|look at all this nature!|
We saw salmon spawning at Taylor Creek, which meant (1) an obscene amount of fish swimming around in a rather small area and (2) an obscene amount of dead fish floating around being eaten by ducks. Circle of life people. It ain't pretty. I had to explain to Gus that the fish were dead and not actually "sleeping."
Moral of the story? I can barely handle the great indoors, let alone the great outdoors, with two kids.