All my camping memories — both the good and the bad — are about who I went with, and almost all of my attempts to plan camping are about developing relationships and community. That is the primary intention behind Campfire Tales.

However, and maybe this is because of Campfire Tales, lately there has been a disconnect: the people in my life think I value camping for the sake of camping. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong. I want to create memories with the people in my life, and strengthen relationships over a shared interest.

I was recently gifted this little “one-person propane firepit” which is awesome and I LOVE it and I got to use for the first time last weekend:

But… camping (alone)?

I’m trying to get there as a practice – an option for retreat purposes; a preparedness in case of a zombie apocalypse. But every time? All by myself? Forever?

“No!”