And make hobo pies. I had a reuben, it was great! I took a book to read and I was settled in and comfy.
And then I remembered why I can't go camping in my backyard. The child across the street was hitting the flagpole with a baseball bat over and over and over. The neighbors next door let the dog out and he came to stand next to me and bark like he was possessed, without ceasing, for 20 minutes. Oh yeah, and sleeping with the raccoons?
It sounded like a good idea at the time.