
We’re so done with glamping
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...

Glamping: not glamorous, not camping – but hard to dismiss
Occasionally, one comes across a story on glamping, a portmanteau word combining glamour and camping. So, glamorous camping: boardwalks through the forest, spacious white safari tents with beds and plumbing, top-notch food cooked by a real chef—but with the scenery and silence of the wilderness. At first...