So, for the first time in over a decade, I went camping this last weekend. Growing up, it always seemed that our family had basketball games or football games, track meets or ballet practices. The weekends were full by themselves. However, with a little persuading, I headed out into the wild outdoors (read campsite) for a weekend outside.

I forgot how enjoyable campfires are. And, while we didn't have a motor home, a trailer, or even the necessary pots, pans, or coolers, it was still fun. Our campsite, when compared to everyone else's did tend to look a little meager, but it was still ours. Sitting around the fire, grilling hot dogs, smelling the 'campfire' smell was great. Naturally, instead of buying or bringing wood, we had to forage for our wood in the forest out of 'principle.' But, even though it was untraditional, it still got the job done. And, our recurring efforts to keep our fire alive helped stir up conversation with our neighbors, as well.

The weekend was full of walking, hiking, swimming, sun bathing and eating. And, it was great! However, as we didn't have a cooler, we didn't have a real dinner our second night, except for that of granola bars, fruit, carrots, and plenty of homemade cookies. However, we both seemed to manage just fine. Thus, after a plethora of mosquito bites, I was ready to head home Sunday morning to a shower and a hot breakfast.

Sleeping outdoors (even with mats) made me appreciate my comfy pillow-top mattress even more!