We’re done with glamping. So over it. We’re over thinking about it and looking at the pictures. There’s no future here. But we can’t quit it. Not just yet. Soon, but not now. One reason: we like the pictures. We don’t know why we like them. It might be for the same perverse impulse that drives wannabe rappers to watch MTV’s Cribs (a show we suspect went off the air years ago) or cause some young couples to stare obsessively at virtually any show on the Style network.
Call it shelter porn, the raw material out of which we fashion our convoluted and probably unhealthy fantasies.
Whatever the reason, it’s who we are. We like imagining luxury in the wilderness. There’s something regal in it, something decadent that can’t be achieved by having the identical furnishings indoors. Maybe it’s the juxtaposition. Maybe it’s a harkening back to the days when aristocrats would carry their sterling tea sets on safari. Maybe it’s the seductive notion of making love under the stars. Maybe it’s the less complicated appeal of a really comfortable bed while you’re camping. Sort of camping.
We thought our compulsion to look at these pictures was a singular and shameful addiction, a thing to be hidden away. The guilt was alleviated when we discovered this gallery of 20 preposterously attractive glamping locations. (Glampsites?) Others like to look at the pictures, too, apparently. Someone went to the trouble of assembling these shots and then passing them around.
We are grateful for their efforts, and relieved to know we aren’t alone in our affliction.
Photo of an unknown location from trips-guide.beautyhill.com, via buzzfeed.com.
