We’re going camping. Just the girls and me this time, no man to muscle and direct and do the dirty work. I’m sure I’ve forgotten something crucial and I don’t remember how to put up the tent, but we’ll manage. There will be a clean, cold creek lined with hot rocks and redwood trees exhaling their magic breath. I’ll be like a mother bear, all warm fur and capable teeth and growling maternal instinct.
Most importantly, I remembered the marshmallows.
See you when I get back.