Ramona, why did you pack Mr. Potato Head?

That's what Atticus and I heard Betsy ask as we were headed out for our "camping" trip.

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:

rock climbing:

taking in the view:

a cool drink after a hike:

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.