The Boys Go to Camp

OK. This is not going to be a travel blog either. In fact, I am not sure what kind of blog it is going to become but I have another tale to spin of a recent trip.

Picture it...last August, hot steamy Chicago and Mr. Billy was in the mood to plan a vacation. Well, it must be said that Mr. Billy is ALWAYS in the mood to plan a vacation. Anyway, I had already planned to tag along on Mr. B's business trip to London in November so I wasn't really planning on anything else for myself but he wanted a holiday (since he had to work in London) someplace warm in December. What he found surprised me.

Maho Bay Camps in St. John is an eco-tourism resort. Campers live in tents...well tree forts actually, the bathrooms and cold water showers are up the path and wildlife gets up-close and personal. I thought it was awesome but couldn't really afford another vacation. Billy decided to go on his own. This had me concerned as Mr. B had never camped and usually doesn't go for any kind of vacation without room service and a spa. Nevertheless he excitedly booked his trip.

I was jealous. I really wanted to go and when his Mom and Sister agreed to watch the dogs, I screamed with joy like a little girl and was able to book as well with the money we saved.

So last week off we went and it was the trip of a lifetime.

We'd been to the Caribbean many times before and loved it and had been to St. John on day snorkle trips but this would be the first time it would be our home base. I hate of use such a gay word but it was FAB-U-LOUS! (At least i didn't say faboo...right?)

The island has only two small towns and is two-thirds national park. It also has one of the best beaches in the world...Trunk Bay.

Anyhow, after our flight from Chicago, we arrived in St. Thomas, rented our Jeep (tres butch...right? Or maybe tres gay!) and proceeded to the car ferry to St. John.

Mr. B didn't put the Jeep into the drink trying to drive onto the ferry and our true adventure had officially begun. After the 30 minute ferry ride we arrived in Cruz bay, St. John, a colorful little town filled with friendly locals, shops, restaurants, condos and bars...lots of bars. After working our way slowly through town we were off on our way to Maho...about a 20 minute drive. The most twisting, turning, hilly 20 minutes you can imagine. In fact the last mile or two of road looked it had been carpet bombed by a B-52...but more on that later. Just after dark we arrived at camp.

After seeing the tent, I looked to Mr. B for his expression...fortunately he smiled...and we were off to the bar and ready to start an incredible week long adventure.