I say "camping" because I don't really camp. I "camp" in a cute little cabin that is equipped with beds:
air conditioning, a kitchen, a patio:
and this view:
And, who knew, but it turns out that Mr. Potato Head is quite the little outdoorsman. He enjoys fishing:
and, of course, s'mores:
He was nearly the victim of a tragic grilling accident:
but was rescued by three quick-thinking girls at the last possible moment.
Said girls then enjoyed a quiet time around the campfire:
The same girls also enjoyed photographing dangerous wildlife:
Alas, all good "camping" must come to an end, and we bid paradise adieu:
... until next time ... when, there's no doubt, our spudly little friend will join us.
Ramona, I'm so glad you brought Mr. Potato Head.