The first time someone suggested we get a camper, I scoffed. In all fairness, it was my in-laws. They suggested we get a camper and join them each summer in Fun Valley, Colorado. Not that I have any problem with fun or valleys—but that place wasn’t the idyllic picture of camping I saw in my head.
Ever since my first child was born, we had been tent campers. We found it mesmerizing to awaken under the canvas with birds chirping, or even hearing those pesky raccoon bandits make off with food in the middle of the night. (We shined a flashlight on their bums through the open tent flap as they gimped into the woods, a full package of lunch meat in their grubby paws.)Read More »
