I (we) camped.

The only time that I can remember camping is when I was 14 with the Easler family.  Matt and his brothers camp a lot.  I will  go up for the day, but never, ever spend the night.  The idea of walking to the bathroom in the dark in the middle of the night is just not appealing.  Then we had Luke.  This boy was born to be outside.  He LOVES to go outside and asks non stop.  So I knew he would love every second of a camping weekend - and I was right. 

Two week ago we packed up and headed to the great outdoors.  It was cold, a little rainy, relaxing, and a lot of fun.  And Matt will probably talk me into going back again.