I’m pretty much ready to buy Tevas, a sleeping bag and a tent. You know why, because I’m super outdoorsy. I proved this recently. As in, I spent time outdoors, in the wilderness, and I didn’t die. Or even get scared. And I didn’t even get a bug bite.

Those who know me might think this is impossible. I’m a girl that thinks camping is staying in a less than 4 star hotel or a place without a minibar in the room.

With this in mind, I knew I had to take pictures along the way. You know, to prove that I’m officially outdoorsy.

First, here’s what I wore. A white linen skirt. Super campy. Oh and flip flops with a  proper french pedicure. I bring sophistication to the outdoors.

This is the spot where I camped. Near the water. For all you wilderness survivors, I’m sure this makes sense to you. But check out the natural beauty. Snowcapped mountains in the background, blue skies, decorative reeds. Those things are tall. Really brings height to this lounging area.

I had to have bubbly on Sunday, and when you’re in the wild, sometimes you get more than just bubbly. Yep, that’s a bug. Which was flicked out of my plastic drinking cup and the liquid was consumed.  Once again, just proving that I’m super outdoorsy.

This is where I should have taken lots of pictures. But I didn’t. At least not ones I want to share.

On the drive back in to civilization. Yeah, this is the bitter sweet moment, but honestly I was kind of sad. Had to capture all the emotions.

One last shot of me…unshowered, wind blown hair, slightly kissed by the sun, 100% relaxed.

So do you believe me? I may have to trade in my Mercedes for a pop up top van or something. Okay, maybe not. But I did have fun.

For those of you wanting more detail…here goes it. I was about 25 miles north west of my house. For an ENTIRE afternoon. And I survived. *reaching arms wide for your congratulatory hug*