It is that time of year.
Once Memorial Day comes I start getting the itch to go camping.
I love camping - the outdoors, the campfires, the cooking over the campfires, fishing, sleeping under the stars, the slight breezes that cool off the night when you are falling asleep.
Yep. We need to go camping.
But since the Great Health Scare of 2010 - ha! - we have decided to go psuedo-camping first to see if I can handle all things outdoors.
Thank goodness for my lovely in-laws who own a gorgeous home in the country surrounded by woods [and bordering a sweet golf course] and they let us use whenever we want. Score!
We are going out there this weekend. While Squirrel sleeps in the house [lightweight crankypants] Pooldad, Wallene and I will set up camp in the woods behind the house within in view of the 9th green. And if I can't handle sleeping on an air mattress, outside I can simply pop back into the house and sleep inside. [Hopefully that won't happen].
Yippee! I can't wait.