Happy Camper

I love camping solo. I also enjoy camping with others, as long as I'm not with bossy, scout leader types who insist that I do things by the book. For example, I don't clean my dishes with a bin of warm soapy water and a bin of warm bleach water! You can call me thin skinned, but I'm no patsy and won't be roasted ala Gaylord Myron Focker. If that's the case, I'll immediately start looking for my happy place and that most likely involves viewing the campsite from my rear view mirror as I drive away. I won't peel out and leave the campers in my dust, but I'll heave a huge sigh of relief, then loudly hoop and hollar as the flood of joy hits my entire being from head to toe. Yippee! I'm free!