I'm not what you would call a happy camper.
But, Friday night, was ideal Sam camping.
(That's my husband.)
First we drove up the canyon and saw a moose.
We didn't see that deer but apparently our friend with the camera did.
When we got to the cabin (re: couches and running water), we walked (a hike!) to a nearby cabin's zip line.
Then, back at the cabin, another friend made the yummiest pasta dinner I've ever had and another friend made peach and blueberry cobbler with ice cream.
(We have lots of friends.)
After we ate, we drove back home and slept in our bed.
And then we woke up in our bed. And showered in the morning. In our house.
I love camping.