Yogi Bear Camping Trip near Wisconsin Dells
Last weekend I went on a camping trip. Since high school I haven’t really gone on any vacations like I did when I was a kid with my parents. My last big trip was to China shortly before I turned 18 over 10 years ago. I guess when it came to me paying, I always kept it simple. Every year I go camping, and I’m very lucky to live in an area of Wisconsin where there are a couple amazing camp sites literally within 10 or 20 minutes of my house. This trip was not one of those places. It was a family trip to yogi bear camp grounds near Wisconsin Dells where you’re kind of plopped in an open field next to a highway instead of nestled in the woods, you always have a hard time finding a spot to put your tent and seem to automatically become very close to whoever happens to camp next to you, as their tent is touching yours.
Being near Chicago, the third largest city in the U.S., traffic all the way to the campgrounds seemed to be 5+ Illinois license plate to 1 Wisconsin. That is not an exaggeration. I guess Illinois doesn’t really have much to offer in terms of outdoor getaways. Based on my experience every summer, this must be true. Every summer I feel very odd, like a minority in my own state. And every summer the traffic simply quadruples even in my own area, but I guess it’s good for local businesses.
The campground was even worse. Funny enough, my fiance’s family is from Chicago, so I was the only true Wisconsinite in my own group. There was probably 15 to 1 Illinois plates to Wisconsin at the campground. I know most people reading this don’t care but it just feels very weird to me, especially when you’re so far into Wisconsin.
With Chicago, of course, comes big money and fancy vehicles. You can really guess with 90+% accuracy which cars are from which state. My little Focus wagon was 1 of 4! compact cars I saw at the entire camp ground. It was a sea of brand new or luxury Trucks, SUV’s, minivans and RVs. 3 of those compact cars was from our own group!
I didn’t take a lot of pictures but suffice it to say I also had the smallest tent by far. It was an a view of how far our consumerist society has come even when it comes to the humble camping trip.
* I wanted to point out something that kind of stunned me. I was charged nearly $60 per night, for two nights, for a super tiny tent lot where people CONSTANTLY walked through our lot at all times of the day and night. I realize this campground is for families and kids and there is things for them to do that I don’t care about, but it still seemed way too expensive. Overall, I guess I still had fun.