My boyfriend Max convinced me to go camping for a week in the mountains.
I only agreed because he promised me that we’d stay in a cottage that included electricity.
I am unwilling to go separate from running water, a normal bed and temperature control. I want to be able take a sizzling shower, flush the toilet and set the thermostat to a comfortable temperature. I’d care about not to make our tea or cook our lunch over a campfire. I like to reach into the refrigerator for some bread and peanut butter rather than catch our food in the nearby stream. Max searched online and found accommodations that suited his need for outdoor adventure and our requirements for some modern amenities. Every one of us drove more than 2 minutes to get there, and then needed to hike for almost numerous minutes to reach the cottage. I was thankful to arrive because it was getting dark, chilly and starting to rain. I couldn’t wait to unload all of our provisions and beginning up the heat, however as soon as I stepped inside the cottage I saw a very huge wood burning fireplace. Although I searched everywhere, I couldn’t locate a thermostat. It didn’t take long to realize that temperature control in the cottage was offered by burning wood. If every one of us wanted to keep warm, every one of us needed to go out and chop down trees! Since it was raining, all the wood was wet and every one of us couldn’t make a fire. Every one of us put on layers of clothes, huddled under blankets and shivered all evening separate from heat. The next afternoon, when the sun came out, the outside temperature rose very abruptly. The cottage soon became overheated. Instead of air conditioning, every one of us had a single box fan to keep us cool.