My idea of camping is "roughing it," I mean really roughing it. Just a sleeping bag and tent, some food that can be cooked over the campfire with no clean up, no shower, just babywipes (what a luxury), and lots of bugs.
My families' (ie. Grandma Smith and Stan's) idea of camping includes towing a trailer full of all the luxuries you have at home, a full kitchen serving up at least three 4-course meals a day, a shower (which never got set up- thank goodness), and sleeping pads or 4 inch foam for every person including all the children.
So this year we went camping (Stan and Grandma's type) and we brought the house with us.
I guess I should be thankful we got to make a campfire at all.
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At least you can smell like a campfire, right?
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