I was recently invited to spend a weekend at the Sea Pirate Campground while visiting Tuckerton for the annual Privateers and Pirates Festival at the nearby Tuckerton Seaport.
Owned and operated by the friendly Benn Family for 40-years, the campground’s 300+ acres offers myriad accommodation options, as well as some great family activities including crabbing, kayaking, fishing, arts and crafts, two playgrounds, a fantastic pool and special events throughout the season. Located just 11-miles from the beautiful beaches of Long Beach Island, the Sea Pirate Campground is a perfect place to call home while exploring the region. Add a small stove, a real roof, and a comfy bed and I’m in heaven.Įnter the Sea Pirate Campground in Tuckerton, New Jersey on Jersey’s famed shore. Give me hot and cold running water and a fridge and I’m a happy camper. Glamping is a way to enjoy all the pleasurable aspects of the camping experience without the hard work and hassle. A combination of two seemingly incompatible words–glamorous and camping–glamping aims to add a bit of luxury to the tradition of roughing it that camping purists seem to enjoy. “Glamping,” on the other hand, is my ideal. What I don’t love about camping is the sheer chore of it all–firing up the camp stove and waiting forever for the water to boil for the pasta, washing the dishes in a dishpan in the cold water of the spigot, arranging and rearranging the food and gear in the trunk of the car, and worst of all, swinging into total survival mode when it rains.
What I love about camping is being outdoors–the campfire at night, percolating the coffee on the camp stove in the morning and sitting at the picnic table listening to the birds, hiking in the woods and swimming in the pond. It was not a trip for the faint of heart and I’m not going to say that I fell in love with camping during that week because I didn’t. We encountered the same bunch of folks each night and made it as far as Crescent City, California before hopping a bus the rest of the way to San Francisco. Because we didn’t have a vehicle we were permitted to use the hiker/biker sites at each campground which were often nestled in the woods and much more private. We loaded our gear into saddlebags and pedaled our way south over the course of several days, pitching our tent at a different campground each night. Before I met him I had never been camping and I had my initiation by fire on a bike trip we took along the Pacific Coast Highway from Oregon to California. We are a camping family–especially my husband.
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