Grab your balls. Pitch a tent. Drink some beer.

That was the slogan for this year's trip. Omigosh did we have a great time. Every year for the past 25 years, Dad's family and friends, along with some of Mom's family, have played softball, camped and drank a lot of beer during one weekend in July. While it is customary to camp, we stayed in a motel (and Dad never heard the end of it!). So, we're camping again next year. I think they were afraid I wouldn't like to camp, but considering it was my first time in a motel and fishing, I was great. The weather was wonderful, and while Mom had some ups and downs on the trip, everything turned out ok. I can't wait until next year!