This time, however, it’s gonna be a little different–we’re camping.
In case you missed my Assateague throwback–or my Caddo Lake post, for that matter–I don’t know how to camp. I was lured into this plan by a good friend of mine who I thought did. For some reason, it didn’t cross my mind that she, too, is a suburban Jewish girl who’s just as clueless at this as I am.
People keep telling me I’m not going to be eaten by a bear, but in case I am, know that it was nice blogging for you. The good news is that I requested we camp close to a waterfall, so I should be able to at least check that out before any potential feeding frenzy.
Cross your fingers for me.