Tuesday, April 2, 2013

I guess it's no sillier than camping

But then again, MY kind of camping involves hot running water, a queen size bed, and somewhere to recharge my iPod. It's just not what comes to mind when I think "hotel".  Score one for the savvy entrepreneur who thought of this. I have a feeling my mom and dad have an untapped gold mine in the shacks we used to construct in the middle of our chokecherry "forest" on the family farm. But then, they don't live in Scandanavia.

h/t Nordic Thoughts

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