When my friends ask me to go camping, I usually have an arsenal of excuses ready. “Sorry, I’ll be out of town,” “Sorry, I already have plans,” or “Sorry, I might be getting my wisdom teeth out just for fun.” I have never camped before in my life. The idea always intrigued me, but the practical realities of buying camping gear, sleeping in the elements, and swatting mosquitoes away from my less-than-appetizing dinner of burnt sausages felt daunting and unnecessary.
But COVID-19 pulverized my excuses. These days no one has plans, going out of town isn’t believable, and the dentists aren’t doing elective surgeries. Camping is one of the only activities we’re allowed to do, as responsible travelers. It also doesn’t help that I’ve been quarantining in Colorado, after a lifetime living outside of Boston where avoiding the outdoors is slightly acceptable. Out in the Rocky Mountains, judgments over never going camping reach new heights.
So last weekend I finally said “yes” to camping, with one of Matador’s Outdoor editors, no less. If not now — with no excuses, no options — when? As we pulled up to the dispersed campsite in Eagle, Colorado, the astounded “you’ve never been camping!?” remarks echoed in my ears from the past 29 years of my life. At the very least, those were words I’d never hear again. I was pretty sure I’d be miserable, but vowed to approach the experience with an open mind. Here’s what I discovered.
“Camping” means whatever you want it to mean.
Camping culture is a bit tricky. It’s supposed to be all about nature, inclusivity, holding hands around a fire, and listening to that one guy play his acoustic guitar off tune. When you pull back the layers, though, you realize camping culture can be rather judgmental. You can’t make a fire? You don’t know how to set up a tent? You think glamping is real camping? Avid campers have a firm idea of what “camping” should be, and it can be a bit intimidating, especially if you’re camping with people more experienced than you.
But take it from a guy who definitely didn’t camp like a purist. Camping is whatever you want it to be. We heated up a frozen pizza on a portable grill, drank sake out of measuring cups, and I slept in the back of a truck rather than cozying up in the tiny two-person tent — and it was great. Sure, I could have rolled out a sleeping bag on the bare earth just to appease the imaginary camping gods, but I’ll take a dry, good night’s sleep in a truck with tinted windows any day of the week — I still got to wake up surrounded by nature. Don’t let anyone define camping for you. It’s a complete myth that camping has to mean roasting s’mores, catching at least three fish, and hiking a Fourteener all before lunch. Camping can change to fit your own personality and adventure style, and everyone can (and should) derive something different from the experience.
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It’s not a Survivor audition tape.
When I first committed to venturing into the wilderness for my epic (one-night) odyssey, I immediately worried that I wasn’t prepared. I had flashbacks to when I was 12 years old watching Survivor — the guy who couldn’t make fire always got voted off first. But camping is very forgiving. If you’re going with other first-timers, great, you’ll figure it out together and learn from your mistakes for next time. If you’re camping with an experienced partner or group, that’s even better. Time to put camping’s kumbaya spirit to the test. Your seasoned friends should be happy to show you the ropes and teach you their outdoorsy wisdom without judgment.
Not knowing what you’re doing is part of the experience, and part of the fun. You’re going to mess up, forget basic gear at home, ask stupid questions, and be uncomfortable. But that’s kind of the point. Camping is an excuse to be sloppy, unprepared, dirty, and test your resilience. Basically, it’s an excuse to be truly human. No one wants to camp with the person who immediately builds a perfect fire, sets up the tent in seven seconds, and makes you feel crappy for not doing anything. If you ask me, that’s the person who should get voted off the island first.
It’s social distancing at its best.
Usually, summer means our attention is pulled in a thousand different directions. Between pool parties, BBQs, bar hopping, and music festivals, the entertainment field is typically pretty crowded. Not so in 2020. The coronavirus hasn’t just leveled the playing field — it’s knocked out the competition, rang the bell, and raised camping’s hand in the air.
With most of our favorite summer pastimes canceled or dramatically altered due to the coronavirus, camping remains unscathed. Medical experts agree that camping is one of the safest summer activities we can practice, and we don’t even have to worry about masks or giant plastic bubbles. Rebecca Katz, director of the Center for Global Health Science and Security at Georgetown University Medical Center,