Glamping Has Its Advantages

Glamping is a term derived from the two words “glamourous camping.”

old tent photo

From left to right My Older Sister Becca holding my baby sister Gina, then me, and my little sister Amanda holding her pet moose, which is funny because she now lives in Montana.

Just about every summer my parents would take me and my 3 sisters camping.  We would crawl into our station wagon (no seat belts of course) and head up to Door County.  We had a marvelous time.  If I remember back to my childhood camping days I see walks on wooded paths, s’mores over a big bonfire, and lots of laughter.  I remember cold swims in Lake Michigan, giant sand castles, and the yummy food my mom would cook for us over the bonfire.

Now that I’m grown and have two kids of my own, I also remember my mom and dad working a lot on our vacations.  Our vacations were nowhere near “Glamping.”  It would take us a couple hours to set up.  We would yell orders at each other in true Italian family fashion as we propped the old green tent up.  My dad would unload while my mom organized her makeshift kitchen.  My sisters and I would set-up our bedding and several stuffed animals we talked our parents into letting us bring.  My mom cooked everything over the open fire because it was so much cheaper than paying for a family of 6 to go out to eat.  I remember sleeping on the hard ground and waking up startled that we were being attacked by bears, only to realize it was my Dad snoring.  I would look out at the dwindling fire at the shadows of skunks or raccoons looking for the remains of our dinner scraps.  It was paradise for us Govoni girls.

When I met Ron he introduced me to camping in a camper.  It was an old 1968 Holiday Rambler and in pretty rough shape.  Its bathroom didn’t work, and had the remnants of rodents everywhere.   Now one could argue that this was a step up from the old green tent of my youth, but I couldn’t for the life of me see how?  I harassed Ron horribly for calling a stay in his Rambler “camping.”  Yes, I’ll admit that I was a bit of a “tent snob.”  I was bound and determined to despise the comfort of it all and remain a person who liked to “rough it” so to speak.  I remember making all the side courses to go with our brats over the Ramblers stove and thinking, “wow is this ever easy compared to the bonfire!”  I remember how chilly it got after our bonfire.  We went inside and played cards until 2 a.m. in the warmth of a propane heated camper.  I remember waking up in a comfy bed and not the hard ground.  Yup… It was that easy to say sayonara to the green tent and convert me to a “Glamper.” I figured that since I didn’t have a working toilet, I could still say I was roughing it.  Just with a little more style.  That was a memorable trip, and this Govoni girl was yet again in Paradise.

I still think about the great memories I had with my family camping.  I wouldn’t change any of it, but do look back and chuckle about some of the crazy memories.  Like the time my mom looked down and saw a raccoon sitting on the edge of her bathrobe like a cat waiting for a treat.  Or the time that we came back from a walk and found our old green tent completely caved in with the big rainstorm that came through.  Glamping would have been a great way to go for my family.  Especially my parents.  I was just speaking with my mom the other day about the advantages of Glamping over tenting it.  I’ve now turned into one of those converted people that tells everyone else why they should also be converted.  I know… Annoying right?

My sisters are still diehard tenters.  They take their kids out and they tent it whenever possible.  I even have a sister who lives in Montana who tents it in the Mountains.  I KNOW the creatures looking for their dinner scraps are much bigger than skunks and raccoons.  Yikes!!  I tell them I am a Glamper and will never go back.  Ron and I even have hopes of taking the girls “Road-schooling” someday all over the U.S.  We would have all the comforts of home with us as we take the girls all over to learn about this great country we live in.  We can still have the wooded walks, cold swims in Lake Michigan, and s’mores over the bonfire.  However, our camper won’t cave in if it rains, we can make food quickly over our stove and have a warm cozy bed to sleep in.  Oh… and don’t forget about a toilet, and running water.  Ron still has the Rambler of course.  Here she sits in retirement.  He’s in denial about its retirement.  I however, am not.  😉


As the years pass on here at In The Pines I have many hopes and dreams for those of you camping with us.  I hope you make many memories.  I hope the good memories far outweigh the bad, and if there are any bad… I hope they are the kind you can laugh about.  If you have kids and grandkids that stay with us, I hope we can help provide memories that will help them get through the rough times they may face in the future.  Last, I hope we give you many more years of Glamping at In The Pines, because even though I’m not staying in a camper along with you.  This Govoni girl is still living in paradise.

Happy Glamping Campers!!



From left to right: My older sister Becca, Me, Amanda, Gina & my Mom of course in the back.


2 thoughts on “Glamping Has Its Advantages

  1. I am still a die hard however Maceo and I still love to visit Aunt Aria in her awesome campground with all the amenities of a playground, pool, and tiki bar 😉 Love you sis! P.S. If you ever want to slum with a sis we are a tent away <3 Gina Govoni Naumann

    • Ha ha!! Or you could come and tent it in my backyard and I can do the wonderful bonfire thing with you. Aunt Gina could give her nieces the camping experience while they enjoy tenting it for the first time, and mom sleeps in her comfy bed. Lol!! Seriously though… Can you believe we all fit in that tent. Ah sweet, fun memories. Love you! <3

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