Lo Writer: I'm not a cave woman... a story about camping.

So Drew and I went camping. Yep, camping. The real kind of camping. Not crashing and trashing. Not in a friend's backyard. Like, in the great outdoors of Northern Arizona in the Coconino National Forest. Off the beaten path. Marshal Lake/Lake Mary. Yep. We did it.

I must say, I am highly impressed with Drew's mountain man ways. He set up tent, built a campfire, chopped some fire wood, grilled burgers, s'mores etc etc etc. I know it's not really a compliment to a guy when girls say that they're adorable, but he is soooo adorable. His manly ways certainly leave a little soft spot.

Now, originally, MMM (my mountain man) wanted to stay two nights out there in what people call "nature." I, at first, was all for it. I was thinkin', "yeah, I can rough it for two nights. I don't need to take a shower; I have deodorant." Ahem. I was so wrong.

The moment we got to the campsite, OMG. This really was off the beaten path. I mean, there was a dirt/semi-paved road to drive on, but the rest was up to us. I was so scared driving on it. All the rocks in the road made me feel like a popcorn kernel in a hot kettle. The car was bouncing and bumping on down the road and I held on for dear life. Aye aye aye.

When we finally found our campground, we had to trek slightly. But, overall, it was a pretty ideal location. Visually, that is.

So, I immediately wanted to set up tent, merely to sit in it and mope for a little bit since I was so traumatized by the car ride. I put the pole things in the loophole things, but then Andrew told me to sit down in my chair and drink some water. He didn't want me to get dehydrated in that elevation. So I sat. Like I said, he set up the entire camp, because he wanted to.

After setting up, he joined me in the other chair and we just kinda... sat. We sat for a long time it seemed like. But it was a lot of fun. We enjoyed talking and hanging out and enjoying a beer. I must say though... I had a bit of an issue. There were bugs everywhere. Flying insects. You could hear them whizzing by your ears. You could feel them land on your arms, legs, neck, face, head. There were everywhere. EVERYWHERE. I HATE INSECTS. Especially horse flies. There were ginormous horse flies. I got bitten. On my back/shoulder. It's a horse fly bite. It hurts. I hate it. I hate insects.

So, after a few hours of sitting and enjoying my mountain man's company, but not enjoying the insects, I figured out that I really really had to use the restroom. Badly. I hadn't gone potty since 6am. It was then 3pm. Drew told me that nature is our bathroom. I said "no." No exaggeration needed here. I said no. I couldn't do it. I can't do it. This little discussion of back and forth went on for a long while. Until finally, a tear started to shed from my left eyeball. Drew saw it and took me to the nearest bathroom. What a guy...! I know he's disappointed in me, but I also know that I have to stay true to myself. And by that I mean... I'm not a cave woman and will never be a cave woman.

I must say, I am incredibly thankful that I have a guy who does nice things for me. He planned the entire trip, brought the food, made the food, set up camp... I mean, the whole shi-bang-bang... and he took care of me and took me to the bathroom. I love him.

To conclude, the trip lasted a night. I know Drew felt bad because I was kind of miserable, but I know he still loves me. Even if I have higher hotel standards and can't pee pee in nature.