My sister and her husband are off on a “pamping trip.” It’s the newest craze…a combination of camping and pampering. They’ll stay in a cozy cabin, complete with plumbing, and be served hot coffee and a good breakfast in the morning (probably delivered by a guy in a tuxedo named Jeeves).
Then…they will spend the day hiking (ahem, roughing it) before returning to the “pamping site” to shower, change and drive off to Truckee for dinner. And to watch the Olympics on television.
The pamping cabin doesn’t have television, phone, or internet.
After all, they have to draw the line somewhere.
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That’s funny. My husband and son would say it’s not camping if you aren’t in a tent!
ohh….I like this “pamping!” That works for me!
Call it what you want–take a twist on it–it’s still camping in my book. Great memories of it as a kid and none of them as an adult—I like it that way too!!! This is the part where you chuckle!!