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So The Thirty-Something Bride is not one who camps. I have vague memories of our camping expeditions when I was a child. They include vomiting all over my own hair, peeing in a Hi-C can, fighting with my brother in the backseat of our station wagon and being terrified of just about every creeping, crawling, slithering thing in nature. The closest I‘ve come to camping in my adult life is sleeping on an air mattress in the back yard of a friend’s lake house. Or, it could have been the time I was too drunk to drive, so slept in the backseat of my car. Neither experience is one I care to repeat.

There are a few times when I considered camping. Usually it’s when I watch some period-piece movie like Out of Africa with all these wonderful tents with beds and tea service and lots and lots of servants. Yeah, that’s what I call camping. I want someone to set all the stuff up, cook all my meals and keep all the bugs and animals away from me. I knew that this kind of camping didn’t really exist so filed away my romantic African safari fantasy under “Impossibly Lovely.”

Imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a small article towards the back of this month’s Martha Stewart Weddings called Glamping. That’s right, Glamorous + Camping = Glamping. Who knew? It helps explain this commercial I keep seeing:

Glamping with your Subaru.



Now this doesn’t look too bad, does it? Via Storm Creek Outfitters.




How about THIS for luxury? Check out these options from The Resort at Paws Up in Montana.




I think I could get into this Yurt at Patagonia Camp in South America.


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Sing me up. This is Sinya on Lone Man Creek in Wimberley, Texas!



For all you Southern girls, this one is located nearby in North Georgia, called The Martyn House. They have super-cool tents too. Check out their pictures on Facebook.

Now apparently, I am a little slow on the uptake regarding this whole Glamping thing. There are Glamping blogs, and Glamping on Twitter. Who knew? I mean, when two of your three biggest fears in life are creepy-crawly things bigger than my thumbnail and rodents, it’s not like I’m going to research the best ways to possibly avoid these things. I’m just going to absolutely avoid them, no questions asked.

So what do you think? Are you a Glamping bride? Would you honeymoon this way, a la Subaru-Style? I’d consider this style, as long as I have a personal bug/rodent killing and/or repelling servant to protect me from my own phobias.

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Reader Comments (3)

You know that we stayed in a tent sort of like the first one while we were in Tunisia. The bath was not that nice, though.
I overheard a comment one night while I was eavesdropping in a restaurant. Some woman said that her idea of camping was Holiday Inn. Thought that was 'bout right!

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterWeeza

The tent in Tunisia was not nearly that nice! But it was kinda fun. Had to watch out for critters though. I was scared to move around in the dark.

April 11, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterMom

Glamping's made it to Martha Stewart Weddings? And we're reliably informed that one even says 'le glamping' in French these days. Love the blog. The Subaru ad is sweet too, but don't worry, there are plenty of luxury tents out there that can withstand a drop of rain!

April 12, 2011 | Unregistered CommenterRebecca

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