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 cabin that included electricity.
I am unwilling to go without running water, a normal bed and temperature control. I want to be able take a hot shower, flush the toilet and set the thermostat to a comfortable temperature. I’d prefer not to make my coffee or cook my dinner over a campfire. I like to reach into the refrigerator for some bread and peanut butter rather than catch my food in the nearby stream. Max searched online and found accommodations that suited his need for outdoor adventure and my requirements for some modern amenities. We drove eight hours to get there, and then needed to hike for almost four hours to reach the cabin. 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 start up the heat. As soon as I stepped inside the cabin I saw a very large 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 cabin was provided by burning wood. If we wanted to keep warm, we needed to go out and cut down trees. Since it was raining, all the wood was wet and we couldn’t make a fire. We put on layers of clothes, huddled under blankets and shivered all night without heat. The next day, when the sun came out, the outside temperature rose very quickly. The cabin soon became overheated. Instead of air conditioning, we had a single box fan to keep us cool.