even cheese-grating can be fun, when you do it with friends.
a six-year-old can subsist on little more than quesadillas and marshmallows for three days.
when a camping coordinator reads the “camping guidelines” aloud during dinner, including the guideline about adults modeling responsible alcohol use, she is bound to have a bottle of beer in her hand.
if you tell a group of five to eight-year-olds that they can “fight” with kindling sticks only if they do so in slow motion, they may surprise you by following your instructions.
if you tell your twelve-year-old that she must sleep in your family tent, rather than in a tent full of other twelve and thirteen-year-olds, there will be some wrath to deal with at bedtime.
you can knit complicated lace patterns while supervising your six-year-old in the Santa Cruz surf.
older teens who have spent previous camping trips hiding out in the farthest reaches of campsites may suddenly spend stretches of time alongside the adults, seeming to enjoy themselves.
if you put out an expensive hunk of Humboldt Fog truffle-laced goat cheese for your co-chefs to enjoy, an eight-year-old with a sophisticated palate will snarf half the thing down before you notice what is happening.
on the other hand, if you leave out a bag of grated jack while making an aforementioned quesadilla, a far-less-sophisticated adult may approach, stick his dirty camping hands into your cheese and do some snarfing of his own.
homeschooling mothers outfitted with headlamps will continue knitting long past dark.
homeschooling fathers outfitted with guitars and a trumpet, plus one talented 17-year-old with a mandolin, can lead one heck of a hootenanny.
if a park ranger approaches on Thursday night to complain about the noise generated by a group of adults talking quietly around a campfire, he will be nowhere to be found on Saturday night during said hootenanny, even considering said trumpet.
despite what naysayers may say, eighteen hearts of romaine does not make too much caesar salad for sixty-one hungry campers.
you can make a pretty tasty lasagna with a cast iron dutch oven and a bag of briquettes.
despite the all the shopping and packing beforehand, and the unpacking and laundering after, the trip will be worth it. And then some.