But I felt the need to stop by here and blather on a bit. It looks like we'll be leaving the shackles of civilization for our first feral fix of the season. Camping, people. I think we're going to go camping.
I remember campouts with friends in high school. I never went to any organized "summer camp" thing as a kid, but really, no one in my hometown that I know of did. We didn't even think of it as an option, really. But it was a little podunk town surrounded by lots of boonies, so we took advantage of all those boonies, often heading out after our jobs of catering to obnoxious tourists, to go out and drown our sorrows around a fire.
True close relationships are formed from a recipe of beer and campfire.
And, don't fret (I know many are!). I WILL write of my exciting summer at band camp. Promise.