Being consummate nerds, we read, A LOT. And I mean, really… reading and glamping… can life get better?! So we are adding a new feature to the blog: Glamper Lit. We’ll find books, both fiction and non-fliction, written about an area we’ve explored on our glamping excursions and discuss them and we hope to hear other reading recommendations from you!
Up first, two books written about the Santa Fe area:
Hello again, Glamperinos!
For those of you rockin’ the tow-behind Glamper lifestyle, I thought we’d discuss our recent quest to find a new tow vehicle.
When we first bought our Airstream, we started towing with my beloved ’04 Jeep Grand Cherokee (AKA “Ralphie”). He was sturdy, powerful, and manly. (I mean… it’s a Jeep. Right?!) He even had the battle scars to prove his indestructible nature… full-body hail damage inflicted by a merciless Oklahoma thunderstorm.
Dear glamper,
As we all know, glamping is not always about the gear, but then again, sometimes it really is. That’s when you make an outdoor chandelier to hang at your campsite.
It’s the height of summer in the southern plains and all you want to do is find some sort of water in which to wallow. Just thinking about Pedernales Falls State Park makes it feel ten degrees cooler here. And you have to see it!
Dear glamper,
Some places you just have to get to now because they won’t be around forever. Places that you are amazed you can just walk into… because it just seems so special and a bit fragile. And one of those places also has dinosaurs.
There are very few absolutes in life, most of those I held so close in my 20s have been turned on their heads and life is better for it. But here is one that I can’t imagine leaving behind: always visit green shaded spaces on maps that begin with the word “National” because they are always worth the time, ALWAYS. Following this axiom, we set off for Bandelier National Monument near Los Alamos.
Dear glamper,
As you’ve probably gleaned from this blog, I am a hippie. This can get interesting when you are a military spouse and your husband is “the man” and you move from military town to military town. But then you talk your husband into hiking with llamas near Taos and you refill your crunchy-hippie tank and it’s good.
Happy day of independancy glampers!
As America celebrates its freedom from tyranny and taxation without representation (sorry about that war thing, English Glampers… still friends, right?), TJ and I will be taking a moment to celebrate another Great American Dream: street camping.
Dear glamper,
Ah, the joyful sounds of nature: wind rustling the leaves, birds singing, children whining. Wait, no.
Like so many things, once you have children, hiking just isn’t the same anymore, if it happens at all. We used to love packing up backpacks for day long outings and wandering a bit of trail for hours. But usually, young kids are not always so into that, and neither are you after you’ve been running on two hours sleep and your muscles ache from picking them up and putting them down 20 times an hour. And so we have left behind any preconceptions of the old vision of what it means “to hike” and have found joy in hiking with our kids with a few simple “kid hacks”. Here’s a short list of things that have worked for us, most of the time.
Happy Glampers 