Saturday, September 13, 2008
A Plea for Help: Le Camping
Calling all seasoned campers and outdoorsy-type persons, the AsianCajuns are going camping in a week and we are in desperate need of some camping advice.
This may shock you, gentle readers, but we, alas, are not intrepid outdoors-women. In fact I have a car-freshener that has a coiffed blond standing in front of a sky-scrapper with the words "I love not camping" floating above her head. And it means serious business if it's hanging from my rearview mirror.
Don't get us wrong. We enjoy that sharp, piny scent of sap in the morning, the smell of coffee brewing in the crisp autumn air, plumped marshmallows over a campfire, sunlight dappled through leaves, etc. But (and I think this is fair) the bad of camping seems to far out-weigh the good of camping: large (multi-legged and slithery) bugs, larger animals (the hungry ones with sharp claws and teeth), cold, hard, bumpy ground, limited lavatory options, lots of work with minimal pay-off, and, most importantly, very, very limited clothing options.
We are not comfortable in hiking boots, jeans and fleeces. I think many people look happy, athletic, and - well- practical in these sorts of outfits. Cath and I just feel out of character. In fact, we don't even own practical jeans or fleeces. And you can definitely forget about the hiking boots (motorcycle boots, yes).
We can do the boho thing or the neo-grunge thing, but will that work in an honest to goodness camp site (versus a well-lit and heated photoshoot)? Will shrunken-flannel shirts be sufficient protection against a frosty autumn evening? Are those hippie-chic maxi-dresses flammable around the campfire? Will those Urban Oufitter feather headbands just make us look like poor Pocahontas re-enactors?
We thought about breaking out of our comfort zone and heading to REI, but we realized the overpriced jackets and shoes we would buy would be our equivalent to a bridal gown- worn once and then banished to the back of our closets.
We beseech you. Any good advice you have for fashionistas in the woods (for just two days--- I know, we're weenies) would be much appreciated.
This is what we would have imagined camping to be like if we hadn't had previous (though limited) camping adventures:
Boyfriend washing hair in nearby stream. House-like tent where one can sit comfortably in a white dress and impractical boots, complete with cat and traveling type-writer. Boyfriend with picnic in the gently rolling hills of Kenya... oops! I mean North Carolina.
Photos from Out of Africa (stills) and Vogue.