We are going camping this weekend with my entire family. Think loud. Boisterous. And food that is so good you think you are at a fine dining establishment and not at a picnic table under a tarp in the rain. Because you know it will rain. I grew up camping. Camping trips are my favorite childhood memories - swimming in lakes, clamming at the shore, fishing with my dad. . . . . and this is the first time in about ten years we have been camping all together, and about six or so people have joined the family since then. Jason has been packing our gear. Promising Franco lots of time to chase wild animals. Thinking about my mom's hash browns. I hope this trip will finally help me feel like summer has arrived.
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