Traitor?

I feel like a traitor or maybe an imposter...whatever I think I just figured it out. Our favorite thing to do always involved the out of doors, camping, mountains, hiking - roughing it. We have tons of pictures to prove it too. When we first met our favorite thing to do was drive down to the potomac river on the weekend and lay on the riverbank. Most times we never took a tent. Just a sleeping bag, campfire and the stars. I remember our battery operated radio played the 'new' Boston album in it's entirety  one Saturday night. We fell in love with it. Played the music at our wedding many years later. But I'm rambling...

Most of my memories with my husband involve some type of outdoor camping or something along those lines. As we got older we got a little more fancy. We stayed in a beautiful cabin on our honeymoon in the smokey mountains, complete with a hot tub and remote controlled tv - a far cry from the riverbank. When we decided to buy our vacation property it was 12 acres in the mountains of Cumberland/PA. Such great plans for that property. Nothing like waking up in the morning and standing on the porch looking at the mountain view - the only sounds were birds and the breeze in the treetops.

I guess you get my point. So now - all I want to do is be at the beach.  ????