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We had a terrific weekend RVing and hanging out in the campsite. And, don’t get us wrong, we all had a blast, but Cheoah has a specific message.
There is nothing quite like hanging out with your brothers and sisters in a campsite.
But I am not ashamed at all to say that this couch is much more comfortable than some grass.
Ahhhhh – There is no place like home.
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You are absolutely correct, Cheoah, home is best of all!
Question: When you are hanging around the campsite do you have a sing-a-long around the campfire?
Hu-dad has this weird “No Singing in the Campsite rule.” Something about disturbing the neighbors, blah, blah, blah. Can you imagine?
Oh, I heartily agree.