I love camping. There is just something about roughing it in the great outdoors that brings back childhood memories of canvas tents, campfire stories, the smell of pine, smores, etc…Whether it is from being a member of boyscout troup 533 or just growing up poor where camping is an easy vacation, I don’t know, but I truly love it.

My wife hates camping. There is just something about roughing it in the great outdoors that apparently brings back memories of hell or someplace similar because she just can’t participate. In fact, the family won’t let her participate.

Give her a paradise-like resort on the Hawaiian coast and she is good for another twelve months. But place her in the woods where shower, bed, and the comforts of a kitchen are not to be found and even the bears leave the wooded area around her.

This weekend we are off to test the woods again for our yearly innoculation. It will be our oldest grandchild’s first time out. Being a lover of “sideout” as he says it, he is going to be fun to watch. I hope your weekend is just as fun and I’ll be sure to eat a smore on your behalf.