Glamping Mornings

February 15, 2016

I love mornings in the Lark….especially if  we are in Alabama in February.  Winter seems to be Jan. and Feb. here.  But midway through February spring mornings begin to make their appearance.  

This morning, I awoke to the birds singing and the window open an inch, as the night temps did not fall much.  Spring air wafting across your face is a very delightful way to open your eyes.  Of course Eze was also curled up next to my head to have his nose on the open screen.  So we both enjoyed the breeze together.

I could see fog over the dock and knew the ferry was not running as the blast of the horn and turn of the big power houses had not begun.  Humid and soft air: the sun just striking a few clouds on the early morning horizon. 

Even Eze who is always more in tune with eating breakfast than enjoying the moment, sat with me purring.  Ed was in the galley preparing fresh coffee and the aroma was overtaking me.  Grabbing a  cuddly wrap and boiled wool slip ons, this was going to be a great day.

I wanted to blog and the idea of getting up in the morning “camping” vs “glamping” came to mind.  

Oh those camping mornings.  If it was a good morning, it wouldn’t have rained over night.  The tarp would have keep all the moisture from coming in even on a dry night.  Of course the tarp also covered up all the beautiful skylights and screened windows of the tent. A balmy night becomes a suffocating night.  

Sleeping 6 inches or less from the ground, getting up is a trick.  So is getting out of ones sleep clothes into the nearest appropriate  camp wear.  You always feel you have to crouch down in a tent even if the center is adult high.  And there is no place to lean, as the first  foot needs to go into your jeans.

Next delight is how to get to the bathhouse.  Do you wear something smokey from the last evening fire pit…or do you choice something fresh, but you still smell like smoke from the fire pit?  Doesn’t really matter, you begin to smell like fire pit by breakfast anyway.

Sweaters on your teeth and the thought of brushing in public….well, just not good.

So know my readers, mornings in an RV are always much better.  Fresh linens and cozy bed, a private bath and you get to choose if you want a fire in the fire pit.  Coffee and breakfast just like at home.  Same beach, same woods, same wonderful camp experience but none of the “camping” just “glamping” comforts.