I'm off to a camping trip in Washington State's southern Olympics: do a little hiking, a little fishing, and enjoy the rain because Washington State. My wife and I will engage in that camping ritual of Backing the RV Trailer While Not Hating Each Other. It's a more advanced version of Couples Pitching the Complicated Camping Tent.
Come Monday I'll take the usual stroll through the local cemetery and say "hi" to the departed veterans. It's a little disturbing how many WWII vets died in the 5 years or so following the end of the war.
So, what are you up to?
One time when I was a kid, we drove about 3 hours to go camping. My mother hated camping and was doing her usual complaining.
We found a spot and my dad parked the trailer, unhitched it, had me help him by looking at the level bubbles on the sides of the trailer whilst he put the trailer on jacks. He built a fire.
I don't know what happened, but the next thing I know, my mother and I are at the camp fire, and my father is removing the jacks, hitching the trailer back up, putting the camping chairs back in the trailer, loading up the ice chest into the bed of the truck. He's not saying a word.
Finally, he stands by the door and says, "Let's go" and we drive home in silence. I guess she complained one too many times?
Good times.