I am not known amongst my friends for being a super outdoorsy sort of guy.
My idea of getting down and dirty is hiking a few trails with my dog, chopping a fantastic sweat, and cooling down with a refreshing cocktail somewhere on a patio afterwards.
I’m actually not out there plowing my own trails or trying to survive Man vs Wild style. At best, I’m laboring to manage my own mental health with exercise and nature escapism. That’s why I was a little tentative when they started talking about camping the other week. I was nervous, even though I agreed so that I wouldn’t be the aromaer in the group. As worried as I felt, apparently someone felt worse. Our acquaintance Steve’s boyfriend was quite a spectacle. I’ll cut right to the chase; he brought heating and cooling devices with on our camping trip. I’m not talking about a little desk fan or a camping heat lamp here, either. I mean that this boy brought a full mini-cut ductless Heating and A/C system with, and expected the heating and cooling device to be installed in their nylon tent. I don’t even know how he expected the ventilation system to work in those conditions. Apparently just because the system doesn’t require air duct, he thought the Heating and A/C plan could be stuck anywhere? As soon as they arrived, he had Steve lugging the Heating and A/C machinery across the campground, just so he could demonstrate to his the numerous ways it wouldn’t work respectfully without an air intake component located outside the tent. She refused to take his advice, and also refused to try camping without the big temperature control device. About an hour later, he departed in a perfectly air conditioned Uber.