Don and I actually used to camp a fair amount, and when we lived in the city, we thought, hey - maybe we need to live in the country. So we bought the farm (so to speak) in November 2003. It really does feel like a little campground or park.
So, finally, after intending to do this since we moved to the farm in 2003, I slept out a few nights ago, in Lesley's little single person tent.
And this is why I love sleeping outside:
- rustling of poplars, like breathing
- no walls (tent walls don't count) full of plaster, electrical wires, lath between me and Nature
- no clock, TV, refrigerator hum, furniture
- the moon
- cool night air and the damp