Can it really be called "camping"? . . .

I don't know that my conscience will allow me to call it "camping" . . . when it means spending the weekend with Yogi and friends (in a camper with a microwave and a shower, no less!)~ but such is the fun of a Jellystone Campground! We enjoyed a great weekend "camping" with family in Estes Park. The timing of the Perseids and a perfectly cloudless sky conspired together to create a near magical experience filled with 'oohs' and 'aahs' from children who had never seen a single shooting star, much less several of them in one hour! Daniel wiled away the daylight hours in "mini-golf heaven" and nearly melted when he temporarily misplaced his "unlimited weekend pass"! (fortunately he found it quickly!). The weather was scrumptious and even hinted of the soon coming splendor of (drumroll please . . . ) autumn!