Yurt Alert, Notes from a Glamping Trip


Yurt / noun : a circular tent of felt or skins on a collapsible framework, used by nomads in Mongolia, Siberia (and apparently in remote parts of North America!)

It’s easy to get lost in the rhythm of routine. Luckily every now and then the foggy particles in my brain settle like a shaken snow globe and I’ll get a glimpse of myself from another perspective. A recent bird’s eye view of my day-to-day unveiled that I had become bogged down in the minutiae. All too easy to do, often challenging to undo.

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My new routine consisted of constant overstimulation. From the moment I woke up until I went to bed my eyes were glued from one screen to the next, my mind scattered and the words “stressed,” “busy,” and “tired” returned unbecomingly to my vocabulary. The cycle needed to be broken.

I discovered a weekend getaway through Glamping Hub. I like to describe it as a folksy, outdoorsy alternative to AirBnB. It started in the UK but now offers quirky abodes (including tree houses!) all over the world. It makes me want to adventure to all of these obscure, remote locales. I highly recommend it for your very own city escape if you’re looking for something a little off the beaten path.

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A couple weeks ago, my friend Tasha was willing to take a mind vacation with me and adventure to a cozy yurt near Sturgeon River Provincial Park on Lake Washagami in Canada. We were hours outside of any discernable cell service so there was no choice but to check out of the tech matrix.

It was pretty chilly so for warmth we used a kerosene heater and they provided wood and kindling for fires. There was also a BBQ with adjoining hot plate to grill meals and boil water (glamorous camping alright). I loved waking up in the morning and seeing the trees through the dome-shaped window at the top of the yurt, the little heater hissing and the wind howling. Sipping coffee and eating breakfast on the lake with absolute silence was also pretty magical.

My favorite part was when we canoed into the middle of the deserted lake with a bottle of red wine and our cozy blankets. I loved listening to the sound of the paddle dipping calmly in and out of the water.


With no technological distractions we let our bones melt into nature’s embrace. The murky mist in my mind cleared. I disconnected and reconnected with the tangible.

Louise shares her Boston experiences as a newcomer, including her experience on “Blind Girl Dates”. Check out all of Louise’s posts here – and be sure to catch up with her on her blog (we are obsessed with her travel section), and on Twitter and Instagram.

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  1. Rach says:

    Now this seems like something I would love! Being outside is fabulous but I’m not one to sleep in a tent, on the ground. I can’t wait to check out the website you linked and find my own glamping adventure!

    Xo, Rach