Yet
again I needed to convince Maria that a weekend of camping would bring some peace of mind, a connection to nature and the warmth and comfort of family. Let's go! We
did.I am a great camper because I am a happy helpless camper. I do not set up the tent. I benefit from the kindness of relatives who prepare the food. I
worry about mosquitoes and do not sleep much. I am wary of camping bathrooms but love the gathering around the fire pit, and those people that I am gathered with.
And my eye on the prize is sturdy and worthy. There is clarity in my motivation and to leave San Francisco, one needs a holy grail as the goal. But camping with the Cupps and the D'Angelos
will always suffice.
the old house in BoulderCreek where so many family memories are.
Destination Point . Root Beer Floats and Soft Serve :Big Finish!
the drive home
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