It appeals to me. The idea of camping under the sparkling stars, a fire blazing with a warm cup of cocoa in my hand. I can visualize it. Sitting by the river bank, listening to the water gurgling. Maybe there is a waterfall nearby? I can’t wait to explore the next day.
It feels so romantic. The sun setting, casting a golden glow over the snow peaked mountains. The fire blazing and me cuddled up in a blanket, wrapped up in love.
I wake up startled. Bedsheets soaked in sweat. My beautiful dream had turned into a nightmare. A wild bear tore through my flimsy tent!
No! I have never been camping.
The Bridge Club Murder Mysteries 