Don’t get me wrong; there were bad things too. We left three and a half hours later than we had intended to thanks to the idiocy of the regie d’assurance automobile; we drove in a blinding rainstorm; the portable CD player and the tape adapter hook-up didn’t work; we set up in the pouring rain, and were subsequently damp all weekend (I’m just throwing my rotting sneakers out); the air mattress had a hole in it and deflated completely within two hours; more people showed up than registered so that there weren’t enough sites for those who *did* register, forcing people to double and triple up on soaking, flooded, bog-like sites; one of the catered meals was rancid, forcing us to default to breakfast food on our barbecue (which was yummy, and a good bonding experience); and due to unclear communicaion about scheduling, we left five hours later than we had expected to leave, forcing us to drive through the night instead of just the evening, and on not a lot of sleep at the end of a draining weekend.

That’s just so you know I’m not romanticising. There were as many downs as ups. However, dwelling on the downs isn’t constructive.