There’s a certain point in your life when you need to stop sharing a room with other adults you’re not in an intimate relationship with.
It’s nothing personal. There are just some nocturnal emissions from other adults that can’t be justified or tolerated unless you’re getting something romantic in return.
And yet, adults over the world are giving themselves over to the joy of spending a weekend doing craft, staring into campfires, singing Savage Garden and sharing a dorm with a group of other like-minded adults.
I enjoy at least 50 per cent of those things (and the stories I had read about adult summer camps in the US were very raunchy), so I decided to give an Australian adult camp go.
Jamboree – a creative weekend escape on the South Coast – was held for the first time last month, and I went along.
Here’s what I discovered about the camping trend giving grown-ups the chance to get away from their kids – to do things that only kids get to do.
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1. Craft is good. Craft with wine is better.
Adult summer camps are licensed. Think you’re not a creative person? Perhaps you haven’t drunk enough wine.
I thought I didn’t know how to decorate an arrow with feathers, string, paint and glue. Add some wine and hey presto!:
It helps to have a really supportive environment. When I expressed concern about my abilities, I was told: “There is no wrong way to decorate an arrow”.
The combination of wine and the company of supportive women made this true.
2. There are beautiful places near Australian cities that haven’t been turned into Eco Lodges.
I stayed at a Scout Camp in the hinterland above Wollongong, less than two hours south of Sydney.
After a night of not sleeping (see below), I staggered around looking for coffee and I inadvertently wandered into a leafy grove complete with its own waterfall. It turns out it’s impossible to stay angry at the world when waterfalls pop up out of nowhere.
There was a view of the ocean. I heard lyre birds. The cliff face wore red lilies. At one stage, a musician played by a campfire while lightning flashed in the background.
I wandered around thinking: It’s so lovely here. How has this place not been sold off?