The first trip Michael and I ever took together was a roadtrip to his hometown to camp, a month after we started dating. Given my past of camping in every national park across the US of A growing up, it was love at first campfire. There's something about spending a few days with someone without a shower that makes you weed out the no-go's, really quickly :)
Lately we've been feeling the camping bug. We considered a trip down to Mustang Island to camp on the beach, but this time of year is so hot that it's borderline miserable. Plus no campfires, sleeping bags, or warm fleecy blankets. I love camping in the brisk cold, where you spend every last minute you can by that fire, before heading off to sleep, trying not to freeze. It makes for some serious camp-cuddling, when the lows drop down into the 30's at night.
We're waiting patiently until next month. We took a little over a week off work with no plans other than to pack up everything and head back to Colorado. No plans, no reservations, no guidelines. Just us, Petey, Hunter, & fingers crossed that we won't get eaten by bears in the middle of the wild.