Glamping

I was recently accused of being a "Glamper". This came after I described a camping trip I had just gone on to a friend. This friend often camps in the land surrounding Yosemite National Park, hiking in his gear, miles and miles, with a high-end 19oz tent, freeze dried food, minus 120 degree sleeping bag. This is not what I do. I drive my camping "gear" in, and by "in" I mean into music and art festivals in the woods and deserts. I roll out Persian rugs, light Moroccan lanterns, string LED light ropes through my two-family tent from Target. I blow up a queen-sized mattress (with an electric pump), lay down 400 count sheets and goose down comforters. I put up shade structures, assemble four burner stoves, and sometimes bring out a dusty couch. I lug in a crate or two of costumes and make-up and chilled champagne. So no, I guess this isn't traditional camping. It's glam camping. All my friends do it. It's great fun, like bringing a traveling circus into the woods. We're Glampers.