(My kind of camping--one meal, no tents. And, yes, I do try to convince my kids that roasting hot dogs over a camp fire counts as camping. The longer I live away from the West, the more anti-camping I become. But perhaps it has more to do with age than being in the Midwest.)
It was so fun, especially the being with friends part. And the eating part. And the lovely lake part. But especially the friends part.
Can we just live in Madison forever?!! Pleeeease?
