When I was a kid, a friend and I decided to spend the night in the yard…until our horse snorted loudly outside the tent door and we ran screaming to the house.
Camping also makes me think of watching meteor showers from sleeping bags spread under the sky, freeze-dried cobblers gone hilariously awry, adventures with bear canisters, and way too much rain.
One thing’s for sure — camping breeds good stories. Get some new ones by joining the Great American Backyard Campout and sleeping outside Saturday night, when it’ll be clear and 60-odd degrees. Your balcony a bit cramped? Head to wide open space in Shenandoah or George Washington National Forest. Then flambee some s’mores.