Travel Theme: Camping

I used to camp, years ago, during my second marriage (I almost said in another lifetime, which also would have been correct). I had a tote that had an index card taped to the inside of the lid with a list of essentials that needed to be in that box before we set out. There were things like: a cloth clothes line, not a nylon cord but the rope kind, and of course clothes pins. Dry matches seem like a no brainer but unless they are on the list, along with a dish rag and towel, a small basin and a travel size bottle of Dawn (which I of course filled from my full-sized bottle at home); they are easy to forget.

The point is, I used to be a serious camper.
But no more.
My last camping experience was in a cabin and even that didn’t go well.
My siblings camp all the time. I am not off on weekends to join them.
Not that I would.
I told them if they want me to “camp” with them to be sure to choose some place that has a nice motel near by.
Preferably with a pool.

Travel Theme: Camping