In our everyday world, Mr. Ed (hubby dearest) and I have a winter environment that looks like this. Not quite what you'd picture as camping-friendly. We live in the northern part of Idaho, where it stays this way for quite some time.
So this year, as an experiment, we decided to try something that we hoped would help to make the winter pass faster. We hauled our vintage Airstream 120 miles away from home, to a lower-elevation RV park that stays open year-round. It's right along the mighty Salmon River, in some incredible Idaho country.
See what I mean? It's amazing in all directions.
The trailer really serves as a cabin, and is warm and cozy in all weathers. At this locale, it's rare for the snow level to come all the way down to the river, but on one of our visits, it did. We didn't care. We just snuggled in and watched another movie instead of doing something outside.
Our latest visit coincided with Groundhog's Day, also the midway point of winter. Once there, we found a hidden pocket of spring.
It had been months since I'd been able to sit outside, soak up rays, and put something pretty out on a table.
I opened up doors and windows on the old girl and let her breath in some great fresh air under a perfect blue sky.
We walked along the river and scouted out little beaches.
This was our first morning view out the back window of the Airstream.
By the time we had to drive back up to the snow country, we felt like we'd truly had a break and an escape.
Is the long-distance camping experiment working out so far? You bet--I'll even drink a toast to it!