Camping wears me out. I spent 4 nights camping out at a music festival and now I am in recovery mode. Music festival camping doesn’t really fulfill my image of a small campsite by a lake free of mosquitoes and other camping infiltrators. Yet even that idyllic camping situation wears me out. On one level I understand that I am not used to sleeping in a bag close to the ground with a tent protecting me from some of nature’s elements. Just the fact that my surroundings are unfamiliar will affect me. About the time that my body is adjusting the festival is over and it is time to go home.No wonder I need to rest up afterwards – that plus the time it takes to pack, unpack and wash up.Camping wears me out. I spent 4 nights camping out at a music festival and now I am in recovery mode. Music festival camping doesn’t really fulfill my image of a small campsite by a lake free of mosquitoes and other challenges of living outdoors. Yet even relaxing in the idyllic camp site in the postcard would wear me out. On one level I understand that I am not used to sleeping in a bag on the ground with a tent protecting me from some of nature’s elements. The new sounds, sights and smells focus my attention and heighten my awareness and alertness to my surroundings. It can be exhilarating and exhausting. About the time that my body is adjusting the festival is over and it is time to go home.
What surprises me about camping is that once upon a time that is pretty much all our ancestors did. You would think being out in nature would be more of a natural state for us. Yet living in towns and cities, in homes and apartments we have grown away from our roots. We trust ourselves more in the city than we do in the country. Which is kind of a shame.
Those that do spend extended time out in nature usually are quick to become more comfortable in those surroundings. The great outdoors was our first home and still provides for us once we acclimate to it. Even when you are surrounded by cars, RV’s, all manner of tents, people and dress, it doesn’t take too long to re-discover the joys of a more simple existence.
I have attended a fair number of music festivals and find there is a joyous celebratory appreciation that all seem to share. Plus, like most all campers, festival goers tend to go out of their way to be nice. I had one person tell me that being at the festival re-affirmed the goodness of people that sometimes gets second billing in daily life. There is something about summer camping, be it at a music festival or out in the wild that refreshes the soul.
Whether you sleep in a mega-mansion RV, a beat up old VW bus yet to be restored, a camper, a tent, a sleeping bag or fall asleep tucked up under a tree I encourage you to go search for a music festival of your choosing and go camp out with some like-minded people. Or just find an isolated lake or hillside and settle in. Then when you come back tired and dirty you too will be worn out but hopefully the happier.