Nancy Williams: To camp or not to camp

With a mere hint of chill in the air some evenings and leaves starting to think about changing colors, the idea of camping is calling to me, “Naaaancyyy, come … camping is wonder-fall.” Another voice in my head reminds me “fall” can be a season or can be splatting on a slick, moss-covered rock.

In another few weeks, the weekend weather will override my usual feelings about camping which can be summarized as “Hope you guys have fun.” Not particularly outdoorsy to start with, I’ve been more a nature-tolerator than a nature lover. I’ve hiked and whined up many a summit to see the lovely vistas, but these days prefer the long-range views from the top floor of a nice hotel.

I suppose I would go camping, in theory, if the conditions were just right. Not too hot or cold. Not raining or humid. Not crowded. Low pollen count and with a steady breeze. By the time I outline the conditions, it leaves about two days a year when I’d be game. And then, it would need to be in a decked-out RV with granite counter tops and a home theater.