The main reason we only camped for one night is not that I am a prissy asshole (but, also, yes). It's that Harry (and Ben, the team coach and a REALLY BIG DEAL) had a baseball tournament i a neighboring town. I say neighboring, but it was an hour away in the middle of freaking NOWHERE.
The first thing we did after dropping Ben and harry off at te field was find the greasiest spoon we could find and have breakfast. It was so good the kids begged to go back the next day, and I am not one to refuse a greasy spoon.
But first! A couple of Buckies (only 6 to go!!!!!!)