I can’t remember the last time I went camping. Actually, that’s not entirely true. I think the last time was probably when my friend Heather and I camped out in my dad’s tent in my back yard. I guess camping out in your back yard doesn’t really count as camping though does it? If that’s the case, I’ve never been camping. Ha, ha.

My in laws go camping every year to this place called Lumsden, which is a beach that’s much like the ones I’m used to back in Georgia. It’s several hours away, which usually means they camp out a few nights so that they get a chance to really enjoy it. Well guess what? This year is no different. They’re expecting Jo and I do tag along this year and honestly, I’m not sure that I’m cut out for it. I’m certainly not too prissy to camp out but I think I’d be the party pooper, especially when it comes to it getting dark and trying to get to sleep. I really enjoy silence and somehow I don’t think I’m going to find that there. I guess we’ll start thinking about what travel supplies we’ll need for the trip though, because I doubt there’s going to be anyway that we’re getting out of it!