We recently got back from a week of camping.
This is the sort of news that not everyone shares my enthusiasm for.
There are the people who hear my family (as in Mom/Dad/Brother/Sister-In-Law/Nephew) were along and get a bit wide eyed.
There are quite a few people who hear we brought the boys (boys in my case always refers to my dogs) and raise an eyebrow questioning my decision making skills.
My boys, re-named “Fish Dog” and “Snail Boy” by the end of the first day due to their respective new odors.
There are even more who find out we brought all of our supplies to an island (Okay, this year it was actually a super long skinny peninsula, but it felt like an island) by boat and make some sort of surprised exclamation.
And then there are those who inquire and find out that our toilet facilities consisted of…
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