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I really don't know what a vacation is. Oh, I've seen a few people dressed, somewhat oddly, bright colors, a hat on each heat and I believe it was a few camaras straped to their necks. I asked what this was, Halloween or what? They said they were on Vacation. Now, is that anything like camping? We go camping for a while. My belief (I like to camp) is thata you take the work with you, but you put it in a smaller space. I don't think I've been camping when it didn't rain. My current husband and I went camping for our honeymoon. I had never camped. It was June 29, 91 Formal wedding and 102 degrees. Our friends had engaged a white carriage with peach accents. We rode through our little small town, It was so beautiful. A wedding party from the other side approached our wedding party (they were in a White Limo) and they shouted over to us. Now, that's the way to go through town. We never felt the heat with this carriage. Our final destination was Tahquamenon Falls, in the UP of Michigan. So, peaceful, quiet, and we are tent camping (we now have an RV). We have my little blue Dome Tent and the temp drops to 40 degrees overnight. I demand my husband go with me to the baths (these flush) as I am just not used to this. About 4:00AM I heard a noise. At first it was way off in the distance. No problem, but the noise is getting closer. I am from the city, not much for the country life unless it has a paved road. I start by nudging my husband. No response. The noise is really close. "Steve"? Wake up, Steve" Not even a whimper. His arm has to hurt, I am pinching it. "Steve, what is that noise?" "I don't know" he stated. "And I'm not going out to find out". The next morning when the big light in the sky was turned on, the people were all chattering and "Oh my goshing". We went up to the Camp Store and apparently the nosie in camp was a Dad, Mom and calf MOOSE. I doubted if our waterproof tent was Moose proof. That was about as much excitment as I could handle, until the young couple pulled in beside our camp. They had all these Banker's Boxes in their car. Each contained and they were neatly packed parts of their camp. We looked over at the Camaro Z28 that we had as the back was crammed with all our camping gear. Steve and I never broke a smile, until this noise broke the air. A sound so foreign to a tent camper. We looked at the young, newly arrived couple and realized she was sweeping the tent with a sweeper. A real live, household, Hoover Vacuum. Now, was my face red. Life is an adventure. It is only as good as you make it. Gina 47/7mos