Tomorrow morning, we are off for a week at family camp. We have been camping
at the
Lair of the Golden Bear (U.C. Berkeley’s family camp) every August for 13 years.
The Lair is essentially a little town (3 adjacent camps of over 300 people each open for 12
weeks each summer) that exists for a week a year. The reenrollment numbers are
overwhelming and there are families who have been coming every year since the Lair
opened in 1945.
About February every year, the kids start talking about the Lair and what they plan
to do this year. They save their messed up t-shirts for tie dying, they discuss
what they will do for the talent show, and there are talks on whether we
will drive home through Carson City, Nevada (with a visit to the Nevada State Railroad Museum and nearby Virginia
City) or through the California Gold Country.
From my point of view, camping, construction, and dogs are what justify owning an
SUV. Ours will be absolutely full by noon tomorrow with 6 passengers (my mother, my husband, and me plus three teenagers, one of them borrowed) plus sleeping bags, clothes, boots, books, guitar, art supplies, and all the other stuff needed for a week in a tent. We will meet my brother and his family and their similarly burdened SUV and have a grand week getting filthy, walking in the creek, dancing to Disco Bingo, and enjoying each other’s company.
KatysBlog 
“that exists for a week a year”
it doesnt exist for a week a year
it exists every week all summer