I like camping. I don't love it. On a scale from 1-10 it's about a 6. I mean, really, there's nothing better than a perfectly grilled steak, but I prefer it prepared at Ruth's Chris with a glass of wine. And I have all the rugged Patagonia and North Face gear, but, I'll be honest, it usually only gets worn when the marine layer hasn't burned off in the morning or it's a chilly evening at Disneyland.
This weekend was a blast though. The weather was perfect. We had absolutely nothing planned. We sat around all day and ate, talked, laughed, read and slept. I couldn't have asked for a more relaxing weekend. I love these guys.
