I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the B

Most people camp when they travel because it is a fun, inexpensive way to spend with the family. Getting away from the city to enjoy the countryside is one reason that many chose this option for their holiday time. Just getting out in the open air is motivation itself for others. Some people like the thrill of living in the wild amongst the wild creatures in the woods.

But there are some who camp as a necessity for survival. More people are facing homelessness because of either financial problems or the inability to find affordable housing. For them what should be a means of relaxation becomes a means of survival.

What is supposed to be an enjoyable activity becomes stressful and embarrassing for family members. It is especially painful when you are business or professional people. How do hard-working people end out living at a campsite? Well I can tell you it does not happen overnight.

This article is not so much as to how a person ends up at a campsite but how they manage to live as normal a life as possible in one. In our case the first thing on our agenda was to purchase state of the art tents. We did not know how long we would be out there so weather proof tents were the first priority. Then we had to pick out a site that could be made comfortable. Most of the spots were out in the open so I felt blessed when we found a shady spot that had lots of room.

Although getting all the necessary equipment was important. The most important thing to our children was to remain inconspicuous as possible. The further we were from the main road the better they felt. They also did not want their peers to know that they were homeless. They were extremely embarrassed by all this and could not see the benefits that come with camping.

Benefits you may ask. What benefits? After all we were homeless. Well for one we had the best air supply. The negative ions coming from the ocean kept my mind clear and alert. At night I slept like a baby (forgive the pun). I did my best writing sitting on the beach taking in the sights.

Another benefit was that I could go swimming as soon as I got back from work. All I had to do was change in my swimsuit and go jump overboard. There was a shower facility at one of the beaches so I could always get cleaned up after my swim provided I did it before it closed in the evening.

Although my girls enjoyed the beach just as much as the next person, they pretended that we were camping for a holiday. They could pull it off because it was camping season and lots of people in Bermuda choose to camp during the summer even though no one is ever really far away from home.

But there were others who like us had no choice but to camp. We were all grateful that the weather was warm and comfortable most of the time. The hardest part for me was keeping the family morale up. I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the Ba

family members. It is especially painful when you are business or professional people. How do hard-working people end out living at a campsite? Well I can tell you it does not happen overnight.

This article is not so much as to how a person ends up at a campsite but how they manage to live as normal a life as possible in one. In our case the first thing on our agenda was to purchase state of the art tents. We did not know how long we would be out there so weather proof tents were the first priority. Then we had to pick out a site that could be made comfortable. Most of the spots were out in the open so I felt blessed when we found a shady spot that had lots of room.

Although getting all the necessary equipment was important. The most important thing to our children was to remain inconspicuous as possible. The further we were from the main road the better they felt. They also did not want their peers to know that they were homeless. They were extremely embarrassed by all this and could not see the benefits that come with camping.

Benefits you may ask. What benefits? After all we were homeless. Well for one we had the best air supply. The negative ions coming from the ocean kept my mind clear and alert. At night I slept like a baby (forgive the pun). I did my best writing sitting on the beach taking in the sights.

Another benefit was that I could go swimming as soon as I got back from work. All I had to do was change in my swimsuit and go jump overboard. There was a shower facility at one of the beaches so I could always get cleaned up after my swim provided I did it before it closed in the evening.

Although my girls enjoyed the beach just as much as the next person, they pretended that we were camping for a holiday. They could pull it off because it was camping season and lots of people in Bermuda choose to camp during the summer even though no one is ever really far away from home.

But there were others who like us had no choice but to camp. We were all grateful that the weather was warm and comfortable most of the time. The hardest part for me was keeping the family morale up. I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the B

ssary equipment was important. The most important thing to our children was to remain inconspicuous as possible. The further we were from the main road the better they felt. They also did not want their peers to know that they were homeless. They were extremely embarrassed by all this and could not see the benefits that come with camping.

Benefits you may ask. What benefits? After all we were homeless. Well for one we had the best air supply. The negative ions coming from the ocean kept my mind clear and alert. At night I slept like a baby (forgive the pun). I did my best writing sitting on the beach taking in the sights.

Another benefit was that I could go swimming as soon as I got back from work. All I had to do was change in my swimsuit and go jump overboard. There was a shower facility at one of the beaches so I could always get cleaned up after my swim provided I did it before it closed in the evening.

Although my girls enjoyed the beach just as much as the next person, they pretended that we were camping for a holiday. They could pull it off because it was camping season and lots of people in Bermuda choose to camp during the summer even though no one is ever really far away from home.

But there were others who like us had no choice but to camp. We were all grateful that the weather was warm and comfortable most of the time. The hardest part for me was keeping the family morale up. I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the B

k. All I had to do was change in my swimsuit and go jump overboard. There was a shower facility at one of the beaches so I could always get cleaned up after my swim provided I did it before it closed in the evening.

Although my girls enjoyed the beach just as much as the next person, they pretended that we were camping for a holiday. They could pull it off because it was camping season and lots of people in Bermuda choose to camp during the summer even though no one is ever really far away from home.

But there were others who like us had no choice but to camp. We were all grateful that the weather was warm and comfortable most of the time. The hardest part for me was keeping the family morale up. I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the B

I did not want them questioning our faith in God. It was not God’s problem that we were homeless. It was ours. But I knew that despite it all He would never leave us. We just had to believe that He was with us.

We did have a few scares while camping. There was the time there was a bad storm. I was kind of worried because our tents had not been truly tested. We only knew by the testimonials of others that they could withstand really strong winds. We were in a secluded spot so we did not get the full brunt of the wind, so we thought. But I was nervous expecting tree branches to fall on us and injure us. Not only were our tents safe, they kept us dry from the rain and the only things that fell were the Bay Grape leaves and immature Bay Grapes. Our neighbors on the other hand were soaked. They had to dry out practically all that they had.

We actually camped for six months just before it got really cold. My granddaughter’s Godfather was instrumental in finding a place for us. It was a fixer upper and we are still fixing, but the rent is low and our family is together.

I would like to camp again but this time I want to go just with my husband. This of course will be purely for recreation sake.