Well, I'm a little embarrassed to say that I've chickened out. We're camping this year near Gettysburg, PA. In the middle of July. I'm fairly sure that the middle of July in Gettysburg is similar to the middle of July here. And that, to be specific, is H*O*T. And not in the Paris Hilton way. More in the "I can't sleep because I'm afraid I'll drown in sweat" kind of hot.
It's just not a good scene.
So, this year, we're renting an air-conditioned with its own private loo "cottage". I will take pictures, of course. Oh, and guess what! My folks are joining us. There's an extra bed in our "cottage" and, since this camping trip won't require midnight trips in the dark to a scary bathroom or sleeping on a mattress that loses all its air through the night or zipping your door closed as your only level of security, they agreed to come.
It makes me giggle to think of my mother roasting weiners over an open fire. I'm hoping too that we can get her in on a round of poker. You wouldn't believe how much fun she is to play poker with. But be careful. She'll take you for every penny you've got with a handful of nothin' at all.