A late September camping trip with the Florence gang was just what my mom ordered after closing on her childhood home (Papa’s house) on September 24th, 2020.

We met up at Russell Memorial Campground on Lake Arbutus, where we claimed the perfect cluster of campsites along Arnolds’s Creek! There, we gathered around the campfire, swapped family stories, performed cannon balls off the back of the boat, grilled all of the bacon, and even set up an outdoor movie theatre because we camp like champs… except for that part where we lost Great Aunt Geri for 45 minutes, and that other snafu where Genesee’s front teeth landed on the metal step of the playground slide, resulting in a bloody murder of the mouth… other than those minor setbacks, total champs!