1. I love camping. My arthritis long ago dictated that sleeping on a hard, cold, uneven surface was three things it didn’t like. It won’t even tolerate a hotel bed for more than about 4 days. My daughter is camping now with people from our church. It’s her first solo trip – not that she’s completely solo. She’s doing well. I’m a proud mama.

  2. My family used to go camping every year when I was growing up, and I loved it. Logan and I have been unable to recreate the fun, try as we have.

    For my part though, 10+ years of sleeping in a tent or camper for work (going with my blacksmith dad to rendezvous) may have spoiled me on the activity.

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