Glamping: Glamorous Camping

Now it’s time for your daily dose of disgust at the habits of the rich and disconnected: Upper class twats are now spending upwards of $600 a night to participate in “luxury camping” retreats.

The Bondicks, who live in a sprawling home on the edge of a state park outside Boston and hire a personal chef at home, shelled out $595 a night — plus an additional $110 per person per day for food.

It’s a hefty price to sleep in a tent, but the perks include a camp butler to build their fire, a maid to crank up the heated down comforter at nightfall and a cook to whip up bison rib-eye for dinner and French toast topped with huckleberries for breakfast.

The article is calling it “glamping,” for “glamorous camping,” but I think we can call it “smart ranch operators extracting money from those with more of it than sense.”

Really, though, it’s a damn tragedy. Camping doesn’t have to be entirely about roughing it, but it should pretty much always be about connecting to the outdoor landscape.

Say, has the butler cleaned the trout yet? [LATimes.com]