It has been a while.
Actually we were not able to go camping last year (due to crappy family) but I am rocking a (hottish) body this year and I am ready to throw on (this freaking awesome) bikini and have some fun.
This is one of those trips you take with those special set of friends that you have known forever (like over 15yrs on some) and just reminisce.
There is no kids and only slight craziness, but its all good ole times.
Those kinds of times that rush past like your a kid at Disneyland. Every instance includes a fond recollections from everyone (or most, there is some new spouses) around the fire.
Then the talk of family and work life come out with real genuine interest, like they have always had a vested interest in your journey, because they have.
The morning comes with a bright light filling the darkness of our hangover sleep and the feeding frenzies begins.
My husband is usually the main instigator but all the males quickly follow suit. Like warrior hunters, they all pick up their usual tools, like paper plates and zip-locked meat from the cooler, to help them with this ritual.
The females support the group by sitting clustered around the reviving fire and begging for coffee. Some may participate in the meal process, but most acknowledge the counterparts primal urges and the fact they are on vacation and let the process just happen.
After the last pun is spit from the dueling slander boys, and our tents are mostly returned to their original packaging, we stow our gear.
The goodbyes are said, over and over.
Standing promises to see each other more are made and of course the date for next year in discussion.
Then the convoy beginning the journey back to civilization, only to quickly check their smartphone.