LIfestyles

When I was young, we were a large family on a grad student income. Rocky Mountain National Park was an hour away, so we enjoyed tent-camping in the mountains amidst some of the best scenery in the country. When I came to Texas, I discovered camping meant fire ants, mosquitoes, and humidity, so it never had much appeal. When I attended a function at the Burleson Jellystone, however, I discovered a glamping sub-culture that I had no idea existed.