While my mom calmly set up the "Command Center" (her name for the dining fly), Leo and I were tasked with the tent. Now, I’ve pitched a tent dozens of times. Leo, on the other hand, treated the fiberglass poles like they were alien technology.
It’s hard to stay mad when you’re looking at a mountain. -ENG- Camp With Mom and My Annoying Friend Who ...
That night, we gathered around the fire. The smell of woodsmoke filled the air, and the stars were so bright they looked like spilled salt on a black tablecloth. While my mom calmly set up the "Command