I am a city girl.  The least populous place I’ve lived is Ann Arbor, MI and it made me a little twitchy.  If it doesn’t have chlorine, I won’t swim in it.  If there is the remote possibility of ticks, I’ll be in the car, thank you very much.  Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate the wonders of the natural world.  I’d just rather appreciate them through a window or a screen.

So, where will I be spending the weekend?  Camping.  This is not my idea of a getaway.  This is ulcer-inducing.  I’ve tried to get myself out of it.  In the end, I will suck it up and go along.  It is easier to bitch out into the ether than win an argument here.  Trust me, I’ve tried.