We're back from our longest-ever camping adventure: 5 nights. We almost didn't make it! The house sure feels big this evening (I say big and empty, Leah thinks big and full off stuff). Harvey was very unhappy when we pulled into our street; I think he was hoping against hope that we were going to find somewhere else to put up the tent. He did enjoy the recollection that home is full of toys, though, and also the spaghetti for dinner. It's a bit easier to boil water on the stove than over a campfire, we find.