Kamping in Koncrete

I'm sitting home writing this as Terri, Zoe and Lauryn settle in up north in Concrete, Washington, at one of the word-renowned KOAs, or Kampgrounds of America. Terri refers to this as "kamping." Camping (with a "c") tends to require a little more prep work and tent-pitching than kamping. This place has a mini-golf course, a swimming pool and a "super pillow."

Lauryn called with the list of events for tonight. "Dad, we just had really good tortellini, and now we're going swimming, and then we're coming back to roast s'mores and watch a movie with Jennifer Anniston, and tomorrow we're going to mini-golf, but I'm not going to bounce on the super pillow because it's boring." I asked her what the super pillow was. "It's just a bouncy, boring thing." Okay, that makes things clearer.

Terri and the kids will be adhering to the tenets of "kamping" by roasting marshmallows for s'mores over a Bunson-burner-type "s'more kit," which, I suppose, is the "kampfire."

Then it's everyone into the Yert, for a little movie on the portable, electric DVD player. 

Far be it from me to judge Terri's decision to take her two daughters for two nights to "Campground Light." It's an incredibly kool thing to do.