Let’s Go Cramping!
This blog post is kind of an inside joke to some 10th graders at Trinity that I have been taking on an annual camping trip for the past few years. Yesterday one of them brought me a Southern Living article on “Glamping” (glamour camping) as a “subtle hint.” This is my response:
If you are looking for a way to make a break from all the mundane boredom of a pampered life, try what many folks are finding to be just the thing… cramping. The word cramping comes from combining the words “camping” and “crabby”. It can also refer to four girls cramped into one tiny little corner of a tent – the only dry spot left after what seemed like the storm of the century, or to their adult chaperone and host cramped in the cab of a pickup truck.
As the inventor of cramping, Carl Warmouth is always on a quest to find new and exciting ways to torture his kids and their friends. “Cramping is emotionally and physically draining,” he said, “but there are some positive elements too. Kids who’s friendships can survive cramping in their adolescent years are much more likely to, well, uhh, I don’t know, but I’m sure some good will come out of it.”
Warmouth is especially proud of the meals served on cramping trips which include salads made with local weeds, sandwiches made with wet bread, eggs with wood ash, and sort-of coldish milk.