This was the bulk of our crew when we headed camping two years ago. I call it the ill-fated camping trip. I wasn’t the most eager camper to begin with. Then we lost Turner after dark and our sweet babysitter had a run in with the law when she tripped our house alarm (we shouldn’t have set it since we’d planned for her to come take care of our dog!). That sort of puts a damper on things… I was so thankful for the trip, though, as it gave our family the chance to get to know some of our neighbors so much better. And we really did have a good time. Who needs to sleep, anyway? Today we were talking whether I was planning to chaperone an overnight fifth grade camping field trip. (Um, no.) A friend who was on that ill-fated camping trip said I had the best excuse for not going camping ever. I didn’t have cancer before I went camping. I came home, then I had cancer. Argue with that one.
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