Mr. Nag and my sons like camping, Me, not so much. In fact not at all. It involves dirt and work. I hate bugs, drinking in front of a campfire until I pass out for lack of anything better to do and waking up hungover,wrapped in a sweaty, reeking sleeping bag. I always encouraged my family to take some "guy time" without me.
However glamour camping at Fireside Resort at Jackson Hole could change my mind. Professional service staff cleans your tent in preparation for your return and glamping butlers live onsite and are just a phone call away. It's not really camping but why quibble? Would they assemble the s'mores? I'll bet they would.
This does not suck.
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