this girl's guide to glamping

We aren't really the "camping" type. We tried, we really did. Once. Read about it here. Or don't.

Last weekend we decided to go the "glamping" route---ending up at the Inn Town Campground in Nevada City. It's brand new and it was pretty perfect for our non-outdoorsy nature. The tent cabin was perfectly lovely. Beds, electricity, towels/linens, showers, bathrooms.

As it turns out, we're not that great at glamping either. We forgot the grill, ketchup, cream cheese, and extra socks for J2. When Gus tried to feed me a dry grocery store bagel sans cream cheese and no coffee, I knew it was time to hit the town and find some real breakfast. In Nevada City, which is this cute little Ely-esque town (a reference for all your Iron Rangers), but a little less touristy and a little more hippie---we found a farmer's market (rhubarb, yay!) and Three Forks Bakery & Brewery (coffee and pastries, double yay!).

The campground is next door to a railroad museum, which offers free railbus rides. It was a pretty neat ride and we got a little history.

Then we headed to Bridgeport for a hike. Much to Little Miss J's chagrin, we chose the longest loop to maximize the amount of exercise. J2 was able to get a little nap.

The kids' favorite part was the swim we took in the river at the end of said hike.

Despite our lack of outdoor skills, we at least managed the traditional campfire and s'mores.

Sunday morning, we showered, packed up and headed back to Nevada City for breakfast at South Pine Cafe---so.very.delicious. Chorizo benedict with avocado jalapeno hollandaise. Yes. Please.

We planned for another hike but the state park didn't open until 10:00. We'd been up since 6:30 and had finished breakfast at 8:30. Even after wandering around Nevada City, we still had a whole half hour before 10:00. Plus, Little Miss J was a little less than enthused about hiking after I divulged that I had chosen the route the previous day because it was the longest. So we just headed home and stopped for a quick bounce at the Galleria---because that's how we roll.

Suffice it to say we will not be hiking the Pacific Crest Trail any time soon. After that experience, you will be hard pressed to get me to construct and sleep in a real tent---regardless of the presence of an air mattress. We will definitely go back. Hoping to make this an annual thing!