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I’m not a happy camper.


(Okay, technically I’m never a happy camper… my idea of roughing it is 200 thread count sheets and no mint on my pillow. )



But this morning….. I really wasn’t happy.

You see yesterday, the chimney repair guy came and finished the replacement job.




I can’t say I’m in love with the way it looks…




But as long as the leaking stops and my ceiling doesn’t look like a leopard print throw rug again, I can live with it.




So imagine how pleased I was to wake up this morning to the sound of rain….

And this :




A big old stain spreading across our ceiling.




And water pissing down the chimney.



Mind you, we’ve already paid this guy $850 towards the total bill.




Yes.  The $850 was to start….

He told us he wanted to wait for the first rain shower to make sure everything was okay before we paid him the rest.

Well, it’s definitely not okay.

And I’ve calmly left 3 messages on his answering machine in a polite and business like manner.




To be continued….








I am so that girl.




I do.

I really do….

I love not doing it so much, I haven’t even attempted it since I first moved to Maine when I was a teenager.

(So I brought a lighted make up mirror and blow dryer along with my sleeping bag on that trip. Sue me… I’m originally from New Jersey.  My idea of camping was a two story colonial on the lake with hot and cold running HBO… )

To this day I have a friend who asks me which tree stump I intend to plug my appliances into. (And it’s still not funny.)

Now don’t get me wrong, I’m a total nature lover and no shrinking violet. I will happily spend the day hiking and exploring God forsaken country.  (There just better be a nice resort with a bar at the end of the journey… otherwise things are going to get real.)

Point of this blog?

We were invited to two events on Saturday. A camping trip…. ( no electricity, no toilet)   and a booze cruise… (full bar and live band).

It didn’t take me long to decide.