All Camped Out

I love my wife but…

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I’m not a camper; never have been. So, I was surprised years ago to find myself heading off to the wilderness with my girlfriend (now wife) to spend a weekend in a lakeside tent.

The first task, of course, was to make lists. For some reason, campers revel in this aspect of the preparation phase. You have to make a list of the food you’ll need, a list of the clothing to bring and…

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