Camping is for Sissies!
So, we went camping last August to McCarthur-Burney Falls State Park . Imagine seven people, several dogs, three meals-a-day and endless snacks. Stress and dirt out of every orifice! Packing and unpacking, shopping and cooking. Decisions of what to do and when to do it. My husband and I had our once-a year-blow-out argument...all in the name of camping! I can't even remember what it was about. "Special" Camp memories: Camping is the middle-class's idea of roughing it. Now, granted, I'm guilty as well. We used to tent-it,when the kids were wee, but now that we require more comfortable accommodations, we go all the way in our 1978 Airstream ™ luxury travel trailer (not really, 'cuz when we're 'boon-docking', we can't use the shower or flush), which includes; an indoor toilet /a tiny shower, sink, stove, 'fridge and two twin beds [please no comment]. But, in the past few y ears I've observed that camping is the furthest thing tha...