Friday Flashback: Camping Trip

My parents brought home the coolest thing for us when I was about 10 years old:  They brought home a pull-out, pop-up camper.  The two double-sized beds would pull of out the sides and the middle would become a recessed area where we could store our knapsacks and our ice chests and our water jug.  It was the life, I tell ya.  Almost every weekend, we'd hook up the camper to the back of my daddy's  truck and head 15-miles west of our home to camp at that state park:  Home of 42-million tarantulas.