I'm a bit mind-boggled to read this.
For a weekend camping trip last month, Chrissy Palmieri and Neil Kapoor packed little more than their hiking boots and a few changes of clothes.
After a 4¹/₂-hour drive to Firelight Camps in Ithaca, NY, with their dog, Bubbles, the couple arrived to a site that included a luxury safari tent, high-thread-count linens, fresh cold-pressed juices, homemade granola, a custom-blend of Nicaraguan coffee, and artisanal s’mores kits.
It’s like they never left Brooklyn.
As experienced campers from western New York, the Clinton Hill-based couple, both 30, are no strangers to roughing it. But for their two nights at Firelight (about $200/night), they wanted to relax in a natural setting without old-school nuisances such as canned beans and sweaty sleeping bags.
Dubbed glamping, or glamorous camping, superluxe stays in the great outdoors are quickly gaining ground as the weekend escape of choice among nature-deficient New Yorkers, who are accustomed to paying for style and convenience. At a booming number of area campsites, city residents with no patience for watching tent-assembly tutorials can now unwind in just-rustic-enough environs with comforts such as preconstructed shelters, memory-foam mattresses, saunas, firewood attendants and farm-to-table dining.
On the rental listings site Glamping Hub, where users can book stays in posh tents and teepees for an average nightly cost of $200 to $500, New York is now the fourth-biggest source of traffic (after outdoorsy California, Oregon and Colorado).
There's more at the link.
And they call that 'camping'???
Oh, well. I suppose if you can afford it, you may as well enjoy it. For myself, thinking back over many years of 'camping' in the African bush, with minimal facilities, and no luxuries except those you carried in on your own back or in the rear of your Land-Rover (if they survived African bush tracks, that is) . . . this has about as much to do with 'camping' as I have to do with the sex life of Polynesian parrots!