A change in direction
So as I mentioned recently, I'm pretty much pitching my tent permanently in PTown. And actually it's not even a tent, it's an apartment on the beach. But it's about as big as a tent so it will be kind of sort of like camping. Now for me this is like moving to the Wizard Oz (pretty much something I've fantasized about since my brain was capable of producing fantasies) and the best.thing.evah at this point in my life. I'm still all black and blue-y because I keep pinching myself to see if this is real or if I'm going to wake up from the most awesome dream ever.

But unfortunately for y'all it means that I will be spending far far far less time travelling through coastal New England with my band of gypsies and sharing the secret sauce for glamorous camping, aka 'glamping'. But as I walked the streets in this most magical place I came to the realization that it is not the end of thesnappycamper.com, but also another new beginning. There is more snappiness packed into these 17.5 square miles than in the cumulative rest of the East Coast. And a lot of stories to be told in this very naked city. And I'll have some time on my hands so gosh darnit I'm a gonna tell them.
So just as I am packing my bags and deciding what to take here and what to leave at my other 'home', I will archive all things glamping (for reference for y'all), and start this blog afresh as a guide to snappy camping without ever leaving home (if your home is Provincetown, Massachusetts that is). And if you're not one of the 3,000 or so folks lucky enough to say that it is, consider this your insider's guide to how to get your glamp on when you make your travel plans that end where this fabulous country began 390 years ago. They have built it and you really should come. Really.
P-Town, it's not just my home, it's an adventure.


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