Glamping: The preparation
Glamping:h/t to Lotlizard for bringing the term to my attention.
Texas has lakes. Texas is huge. Some lakes are close. Some lakes take more than a day of driving to see., and possibly days.
The first issue is to figure out which lake to score a cabin for a stay within a 3 hour driving distance from home. That took a week.
Then, discovering 50 realtors and 3500 cabins, you slavishly go through them.
That takes 2 weeks.
Minimum requirements: to be far enough away that there is no chance of running into a client, former client, or former opposing party who might harbor sore feelings about that harsh cross-examination... Experience proves a damn fight can easily ensue.
Cabin must be available on a date certain, so as not to interfere with work.
Must have Wifi. How many people try to get away from the tubes? As opposed to people who want to just disappear, but have communications they are responsible for engaging from their place of peace and quite? Apparently, not many. Two days, many phone calls to get that requirement met.
Must have a charcoal grill. Hours of research. I hate gas grills.
Refrigerator: mini is fine.
Full size bed: DO NOT WANT TO PROVIDE THE SHEETS. 1 day of research.
Must be secluded. Well, seclusion means no phone, no internet. That is unacceptable. 4 days, finally found one that meets the criteria, but is located fairly close to another cabin. Close enough to hear screaming kids.
Solution: lawn chairs. Sometimes seclusion is a pre-planned positioning.
Today, the research was reclining lawn chairs. They were at a store 42 minutes away. Except road construction. Instead of a 2 minute drive on I-45 N, it became a 10 mile I-45 S, running through barrier cones to get turned around to head north, and so on and so forth. The reclining lawn chairs are really awesome.
So, we leave the huge lake that is so close, we hear the boats and jet skis, to go to another lake where we will hear similar noises, but may not see people, and will not see people we know.
The only people for that weekend we wish to know is each other.
The break from the familiar is the goal, as is a break from my work.
Glamping might just be the thing, now that we have the reclining lawn chairs and know where the Texas lakes are, and driving distance.
Footnote: Like the gardening, photo, poetry essays that appear regularly, I just intend to inject some distraction, offering momentarily relief from the woes of the day. I am a laugh to the grave person, so the fact that my fiance is suffering PTSD from the road construction detours from today's lawn chair shopping trip should fit into the "distraction from existential threat" political news provides.
For REAL fun, watch Rachel!