Supergenious
My wife used to call me Captain Crunch. It’s not that I have a large white moustache or anything. I just used to be one of the most outdoorsy people she knew. A lot of our dates took place in the North Georgia mountains, and I proposed to her in a canoe in south Georgia. And up until we had kids a lot of our weekends and vacations were spent in our tent. But we’ve only camped once or twice in the last four years, which corresponds to the time our kids have been around.
Well, no more. Tonight we introduce our tenderfoots to the joys of camping. Granted, we’re going to the fairly plush private Enota campground, but it’s a start. It’s hard to find a better weekend for camping; cool weather and little chance of rain. And the campsite ought to be great - it’s right on the creek and we’ll have a nice fire. So we’ve got all the elements for a spectacularly great or a spectacularly rough weekend - cool temps, water, fire, and mud. No matter whether they enjoy it, I bet the first thing we’ll do when we get home is throw everyone in the tub for an hour or so.

