Later, as a teen, I found the aging van embarrassing. Especially when it came sailing around the corner with a red canoe and yellow kayak on the roof. (Uh, Mom could you make a more discrete entrance?) But looking back, I think: Weren't those trips the best? We'd pull up at a campground. My sisters and I would jump out, ready to test the dinghy on a new lake. Later, tucked in sleeping bags, we'd wind down the captain seats as our beds. What fun. What memories. Oh, that's me on the left with the terry cloth shorts. Hey, this ain't a fashion blog.