By this time tomorrow, I'll be in a yurt.
I never thought I'd say that either. Trust me, I'm not exactly outdoorsy. I don't enjoy spending time in tents, bugs stress my out, and I prefer the rush of a city to the foreboding silence of the country.
But sometimes, you get an opportunity that's too good to pass up. That's why I, of sound(ish) mind, will be heading to Fundy National Park tomorrow, to spend the night in one of the park's yurts. I'll be glamping - camping but with a city-girl twist. The yurt means I don't have to endure a night in a tent, but I'll still be cooking food on the fire and roughing it (my definition of roughing it is a slow internet connection.)
But it should make for an interesting story, and that's why I take on 90% of things that I do. I'll document the trip, and assuming I make it out of the woods alive, you will be able to read about my misadventures soon enough.