Back in elementary school, I had the opportunity to go camping with my Girl Scout troop a time or two. When we went, it was just a weekend trip–up on Friday after school, home on Sunday afternoon.
Sometimes I can vividly recallthe chill (we usually went in October) of the morning air as we scrambled to get dressed inside our sleeping bags. Oh, and the smell of whatever we were having for breakfast cooking just outside the A-frame tent.
I wouldn’t call myself a camper, but that was fun. The memo...
Published on May 28, 2014 05:35