The first year we went to the JazzAspen Music Festival, where it rained sideways and we drank our soggy sorrows away while watching an amazing performance by Grace Potter.
The second year we went to Steamboat Springs to tube on the Yampa and soak in the hot springs. We laughed. We drank. We made fun of each other.
This year, we went to the Telluride Bluegrass Music Festival, and the brothers-in-law (BroILs) came along.
And we camped.
For those that don't know me - I don't camp. Staying in a 3 star hotel is 'roughing it'. So this was completely outside of my comfort zone. But I was game to give it a shot. How bad could it be?
The answer is: Not Bad. As long as you didn't have to go to the bathroom.
I've been in a Porta Potty before and lived to tell the tale (though I almost died in one after I shit my pants - that's a funny story, remind me to tell you later).
But I will NEVER be the same after what I experienced at the camp ground. Oh. My. Urf.
Even the BroILs were grossed out a few times. I realize people have to shit, but why do I have to go in to a dark box that's been baking in the wicked hot sun all day after a complete stranger has just unleashed the demons of hell?!?! Absolutely not ok.
And the worst part is that, during the day, it's light enough in the Stank Box to see things one should never have to see. Never, ever, ever, ever, EVER!
In the future, if there is ever a need to camp again, I will be 'glamping' in an upscale RV.
At least the music was great and the scenery was beautiful.
p.s. Dude Wipes
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