Last week, my family spent a month camping in the woods. We set up tents near a lake and slept in sleeping bags. Along with the foods and snacks both of us brought with us, both of us caught fish and cooked them over an open flame. During the afternoon, both of us swam in the lake, hiked the trails and roasted marshmallows over the campfire. I know my hubby and three kids had a great time. Although I pretended to be delighted with our camping trip, I truly hated it. It was the middle of June. During the afternoon, the temperature frequently climbed into the mid nineties. It only dropped down to eighty degrees at night. The humidity was horrendous. Without air conditioning, I was warm, sweaty and irritated all the time. With no access to running water, I had to bathe in the lake. The water was freezing cold, and I never felt completely clean. We dealt with mosquitoes, ants, flies and bees, but sleeping on the ground isn’t as comfortable as my queen sized bed and fluffy pillows. Cooking raw fish over a campfire isn’t as convenient as my gas oven, microwave and refrigerator full of options. I had to boil water in a pot to make a cup of coffee. I just wanted to go beach house and set the temperature control to a comfortable temperature. I missed the central a/c that I’m still making weekly payments on. I don’t understand the appeal of hiking into the woods and suffering separate from current amenities. I toil strenuous to be able to afford things appreciate a smart temperature control, dehumidifier, air conditioning, surround sound and a dishwasher. I’m not happy applying bug spray to go to bed at night.