Don't get me wrong. I love nature. It's beautiful. But the fact remains that Mother Earth and I seem to be arch enemies. It's a love-hate relationship. I have a tendency to get stung by insects or rained upon everytime I venture outside.

The fact that my father wants to go on a camping trip in August doesn't make this any better. It's in B.C., which is great because it's beautiful there and I haven't been to Vancouver before. BUT. It's for 10 days. And my brother and dad both snore like Mack trucks. I can take the tent life. I can take the hole in the ground washroom facilities. I can endure hiking and campfires and the like (I even enjoy those things). But not for 10 days. I think it's mostly the lack of a computer and internet connection that will exist while I'm there ^_^.

I've been camping once before. It was cold, wet and poorly organised. Plus I was in a three person tent with three other people. So it was a little squished. All in all, a bad experience (the canoes barely fit everyone and everything on board and a couple of people got soaked).

Five years ago, we asked Dad if he wanted to go camping. He said no. However, he seems to be going through a "phase", during which he is obsessed with spending as much time outside as possible. My brother says it's a midlife crisis. My mom just shakes her head and sighs (she's even more techy about camping than I am). So now we are pretty much bound for B.C. Despite my aversion to the outdoors (No! Natural light!), I think I'll live (and enjoy it in the process).