As Katie, Carolyn and I sat around the outside patio table eating salad and BBQd steaks last night, we talked about camping and found that Katie had never been camping! The discussion progressed and soon I was pulling out Ashley's two person (Carolyn would say one person) tent and pitched it on the front lawn along with a pad and sleeping bag for Katie. That, however, negated watching the scary movie Katie and Carolyn had chosen for our night's entertainment. As we drifted off to sleep with our windows open, I could hear Katie talking on her cell phone to her mom from the tent. Now there is a cultural statement if ever there was.
We'll have to indoctrinate Katie into a more complete camping experience some other time when we venture up to Yosemite or some other national park. As I left this morning, the yellow tent stood out on our front lawn as testimony that she'd made it through the night without attack from possums or raccoons and, thankfully, we'd remembered to turn off the automatic sprinklers.
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