.i love not camping.

My husband likes to camp.  He grew up in the Pacific Northwest and as a consequence he enjoys spending the night in a sleeping bag in the middle of the forest.  That and he wears plaid and flannel, like a lot.   Seriously, check out how much of this he actually has...

That isn't even including the one he is wearing today or the ones in the dirty laundry.  I encourage his love of plaid and flannel because I think he looks good in it, so there you go.  I am an enabler.

Unlike my husband, I do not like to camp.  I wouldn't go so far as to say I hate camping but I generally find the idea of using the backside of a tree as a bathroom facility unpleasant, which is pretty much the situation one finds oneself in when backpacking and camping.

The last time I went camping was back in the fall of 2006 when we were visiting Leif's brother and some friends who live in Portland.  I have to admit that was a fun trip. It was an anomaly of camping.  However, it would have been more fun had we encountered Sasquatch because I am told he lives around those parts. 

Despite my disdain for camping there are times when I get the urge to get out of the city and for longer than just our normal day hikes.  I've been having this urge for the last couple of weeks.  I am tired of hearing stupid helicopters all the time and the people working on the house renovations two doors down.  I am sick of the traffic and of the smog.

I want out.

But backpacking in Southern California is so much less appealing to me than doing so in Oregon.  But I am open to suggestions and if we actually make it out camping, I know my husband would be forever grateful.