There is nothing quite as bonding in my mind than a camping trip, especially when you are not a camping family. Those of you that were raised to camp, those that know all the right ways to do things and all the right things to pack may not know what I am talking about. But I am sure that there are those of you that were not raised up camping that has tried your hand at it like we have that know firsthand what I mean.

My dad did not camp, or have picnics, or swim in public pools. He did not like to rough it, eat with ants or flies, and he did not want to swim in a public pool. I will just leave it like that; I won’t go into his explanation because it is not pretty. He did like to fish so we spent some time at the lake. Mom, on the other hand, loved to hike, picnic, garden, and generally any outdoor activity.