My poor wife. I think you’ve planted an idea in me that won’t go away until we end up in a tent in the mountains and fishing for trout.
She will learn to love it, just like she loves you. Time spent underneath God’s heavens are irreplacable.
Camping was the only vacation I could ever afford with my large family of five children. I still love it, but sleeping on the ground under the stars has lost some of its original appeal. My poor old bones can’t stand it like I used to.
Mine can CERTAINLY sympathize with yours!
My fix of Red Rocks and sand has been 2 years in the coming, and the first 2 weeks of September will find her on yet another Death March (Her term; not mine!) thru God's country!
(I'm hunting (like Ahab for Moby) a downed rocket in Hatch Canyon that I read about in a guide book.)