A few years ago I was working with a brand that had me shipped out to California to go camping. When I first read the itinerary, I recall breaking immediately into a mad sweat, because HOLY CRAP ON A CRACKER I DO NOT CAMP. Sleeping under the stars in the open air with the nighttime sounds and the creepy crawlies and the unregulated temperatures is SO not my jam. I like a nice skylight to peer through as I snuggle on a for real bed in a room with running water, flushing toilets, hot showers, window screens, and central…
They Call It Glamping: Luxury Camping Near Washington, DC
