Stories from middle America

Typically I don’t love made-up, sort-of cheesy words, but something about “glamping” just makes me happy. I hear/say the word and start singing the theme song to Jem and the Holograms. Then, I get visions of excitement, adventure, glamour and fame – let’s go glamping!

Now you’re probably wondering if I’ve lost my mind talking about old cartoons (that one was awesome though!) and nonsensical words.  I haven’t, it’s a real thing. The internet told me so.

Glamping stands for “glamorous camping”. Basically that means that it’s not really camping, at least not in the traditional sense with sleeping bags on the hard ground and going to the bathroom in the woods. You stay outdoors in tents – similar to actually roughing it, but these tents have a heater and a bed. It’s a great combination of breathing in fresh air, experiencing some pretty scenery, decompressing from everyday life, but not waking up with a horrible backache after sleeping on rocks.

Doesn’t that sound like the best idea ever?

Wendy, Ginger, and I thought it did, so we booked a bungalow at the Slattery Vintage Estates in Nehawka, NE.

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Look at the charming little porches and cozy beds.

There is also a tasting room on the property where we can grab some food and have a couple of glasses of wine.

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That’s a pretty good-looking bathroom situation for spending a night in the wilderness.

We’ll see how this all turns out considering Wendy gets sleepy about 8pm and I stay up until 2am (Ginger is somewhere in between). It should be a lot of fun!

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