I blame the economy. And bedbugs...and the humidity...we're heading for higher elevations where (so the website claims) the climate is more like Canada's. Dear Lord, let that be true.
|This picture is a lie. The mom is smiling. Larry does not know how to play guitar. And the children aren't fighting.|
I keep repeating to myself, "This will be fun. This WILL be fun. This will be FUN." But I'm no fool. I'm thinking the only benefit to this type of family getaway will be my happiness upon returning to my air-conditioned home. It's like banging your head against the wall - it feels so good when you stop. Not that I know anything about that...
|Again, why is this woman smiling?|
Also, if I have to drive, I can't knit. So there goes the relaxation part of my trip. Not to mention the lack of Internet (fare thee well, all my Words with Friends compatriots!) and cellphone coverage... I swear, it's as if we're pretending to be the Flintstones.
And now there's a mouse scratching in the ceiling above my head here in the den of my blessedly modern abode. Are there mice at campsites? I think I might have just found my silver lining.
[Outdoors Woman image: Texas Parks and Wildlife]
[Family picture: Go Camping America]
[Minivan image: My Summer Vacation]