Went camping this weekend. Nothing is as good as being on the beach before the crowds. To watch the fog burn away and be grateful for this beautiful earth we live on.

You can collect rocks, watch your kid nearly fall off cliffs, play with weird sea stuff that’s being swarmed by tiny bugs.

You can make s’mores, inhale campfire fumes, get holes in your fleece, pee on your socks in the middle of the night, wake up with a back ache…

My husband hates it and won’t come with me. I can’t understand why.