It’s camping with glamour. I read about it in Southern Living. Don’t give me that look. I read everything. So back to “Glamping.”
Wait, before I say more, check out why there is a word like Glamping to begin with:
I won’t go into an explanation since one click past the Accommodations link will visually convey the luxury tent idea that looks a lot like the ones in the old movies about Arabian Nights, albeit with a Southern bent.
The Martyn House Glamping experience goes for around $180 a night. Breakfast and tea is included, so this probably isn’t the place to uncork your Coleman stove.
JoAnn Antonelli and Rick Lucas wanted to offer a 5-star luxury experience on their 16-acre property about an hour north of Atlanta. Looks like they found a unique solution. As I pause at a beautiful interior shot of one of the tents between the Symbicort ad and the article about Hermann, Missouri, the whole Glamping concept intrigued me as a seriously cool idea – until my Droid busted the red triangle on me, warning of a heat advisory of 105º. On their website I read: “All tents are heated and will keep you toasty warm.”
Today, that goes without saying. In the fall, however, Glamping looks to beat the hell out of that me-too $180 room in the hotel off I-85.
