Love to hate the outdoors? Tif Marcelo did too… that is until she discovered glamping (aka Glamour Camping). Like her characters in her final book in the Journey to the  Heart series, WEST COAST LOVE, she’s finally learned to embrace the outdoors (kind of). Read on for more!

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I was never an outdoorsy kind of girl. I preferred to enjoy the outdoors from a screened-in porch, under a beach-side umbrella, or the inside of a car. I liked my exercise indoors, and didn’t mind logging in five, six, or seven miles on the treadmill.

I was definitely not a camper. Aside from the mandatory field exercises required by the Army, I rarely chose to sleep on the ground under canvas. After a few tent camping experiences in Europe, when I complained and whined every chance I could, my husband simply gave up trying to get me back in the forest.

But then we had children… and oh, they are persuasive.

 

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Two years ago, Mr. M and I became proud owners of a 26 ft motorhome. We named her Rig. Rig was the product of years of negotiation between me and the rest of my brood, who wanted to camp in national forests and hike and eat outside. With Rig, I could sleep inside, brush my teeth inside, and not have to share my shower with half the campground. If necessary, I could also cook inside.

Bring on the forest, the bad weather, and unruly next-camp neighbors, am I right? I now had the option to shut my door to all of it, if I chose.

I didn’t expect to fall in love with RV life, nor had I thought I would ever, ever, write a romance based on this amazing way to vacation.

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Get me talking about our glamping, or glamorous camping adventures, and you’re in for an afternoon of my stories. But for the sake of time and space on this virtual page, here are the top three reasons why you should glamp. These three reasons kept me grounded while writing and revising the three books of the Journey to the Heart series, and especially the third book, WEST COAST LOVE.

You’re forced to cook. Preparing the next meal and starting (and keeping) the fire makes one pause and appreciate all the conveniences we have. It breaks the instant-gratification cycle we all fall into in our busy lives. You relearn patience. And the meal is so much more delicious in the end.

You’re forced to speak. WiFi is either spotty or nonexistent in campgrounds. This forces the humans in your camp to speak to one another. Yes, and not only that, but to speak to one another and have them look at you in the eyes, rather than the phone in their hand. (To be honest, it’s jarring not having a phone nearby at first, but you get used to it.) Glamping is an opportunity to touch base with the people you love, and this alone will fill the inspiration cup.

You’re forced to think of things to do, or do nothing at all. Once the basic necessities are taken care of, one must find things to do around camp. This means playing board games, or reading, or drawing stick figures in the dirt—and not for Instagram purposes. Getting the brain to quiet down is a gift in itself. You’ll find that ultimately, if you allow it, your mind will rest.

Glampers, unite! I hope to see you on the road this spring! I’ll be the one reading a romance book until the sun goes down, with a single-serve box of wine in her camp chair cup holder.