Gone sailing

The tents are packed. We're off to camp for a few days. I've packed both my bathing suit and my long underwear; this time of year, we could get any kind of weather. Whether we get sun or rain, it'll feel good to be up at camp under the big oak trees, beginning another summer of canoeing and sailing, swimming and hiking, playing bocce and throwing horseshoes, taking naps in the hammock in the afternoon and building campfires in the evening.