There is a certain allure to camping in your neighborhood. Responsibilities at home prevented a trip away so we opted to stay nearby and play campers. This weekend was the maiden voyage of our vintage Shasta camper that Jerry rescued from the strangling arms of a hunter who bore holes through the roof to accommodate a wood stove. It was in bad shape. The weekend was a success with family and friends dropping in to visit. The camp site brimmed with laughter, peaceful moments and good food. I feel blessed.