I’ve roughed it a few times. Then again, I’ve come to define “roughing it” as sharing a hotel room with eight girls because we can’t swing more than $30 each. Besides that act of ultimate bonding, I’ve camped with my family and have been to five music festivals where I slept in a tent to hear Paul McCartney sing “Blackbird” live. In my book, not taking a legitimate shower for six days is roughing it. (What? The shower lines were long…and cost like seven bucks.)
The folks who attend Burning Man Festival in the Nevada desert probably laugh at my versions of roughing it. I mean, the people of Black Rock City bike miles per day while battling dust storms and giant bugs. No. Thank. You.
If Burning Man looks like fun to you, go for it. Pay for hundreds of dollars to sit in the desert and set stuff on fire. I’ll be chilling in my AC, Starbucks in hand.
Fair warning: you might feel the need to shower just by looking at these photos.
