"Camp"
Good thought....we can thank my mother-in-law for our "camp" lingo tradition.
How do you know it's a camp? When you're driving up with 14 gallons of water in your trunk...when you hope the local spring is still running or nobody gets to flush...if a tree isn't across the driveway, you may get the honor of pulling up to the camp...when you use rabbit ears covered with aluminum foil to get your one snowy channel so you can watch Fritz Weatherbee's NH Chronicles...and you check the basement to see if the local mice have met their demise at the DeCon diner...
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