Some people liked to go camping even though their daily lives already resembled camping; once I saw two people honeymooning in a pup tent smack in the middle of the bride’s parents’ yard. The bride was a biggish girl, and as I passed the tent on my way to the post office, I saw her bare feet sticking out through the flaps. I didn’t think anything of it.We didn’t have any relatives in Tennessee, so we spent many weekends in various campgrounds around Indiana. My favorite was called Tall Trees, about ten miles from home. Tall Trees Campground was all the name implied and more. It had its own lake and an old wooden barn with a pool table and pinball machines. The campsites were not too close together, and the big building with the bathrooms and showers was usually clean and not an impossible walk away. I’d seen way worse. Once at church camp I went to take a shower in the middle of the afternoon and all the shower stalls had about an inch of water backed up in them, and every place I looked there were frogs.
