I think we can call this camping trip a success: we all returned in relatively* good health, no one fell into the fire, and although sleep was hardly plentiful it was not non-existent. More importantly, I think the kids had a good time. Raisin is even old enough now that she might remember this trip.
My brother and I, as teenagers, used to tease our mom about family vacations. The trip to Yellowstone was the trip where our cousin threw up all over the geyser trail and I fell and cut my face**. The trip around Lake Superior was the time we saw that bad accident. I got carsick on the drive to Texas. My brother lost a shoe somewhere in Iowa.
It used to drive her nuts that we would only talk about the bad stuff, but the truth was that we loved every minute of it. In 13 years, if Raisin remembers her first trip to Itasca as the time she threw up in her sleeping bag, then so be it. If she is anything like me (and all signs thus far indicate that she is everything like me), she will also see that vacation as proof positive that she, Apple, and Orange are members of a family that enjoys each other.***
*As noted, there were a few vomiting incidents.
**Even as a child, I was noted for my gracefulness.
***Pictures at Flickr. If you can’t see them, and want to, send me an email at grapemn AT comcast DOT net.