When I was younger I went camping every Spring Break for Easter with my parents and a huge group of their friends and kids. It was always so much fun to be outdoors and explore new territories each time. When I moved away for college I no longer had any of the camping gear so I have not been camping in a long time… until last month! Z and I got a new tent and headed to his family house in Maine. We packed up our tent and an ice chest and rowed to a nearby island so small it does not even have an official name. The town calls it Outlaw Island since a man who escaped from prison lived there a few years back. Yikes! We scouted the best place for our tent (basically the only one section of dry land) and built a fire pit. We drank wine, ate dinner and hung out around the fire. The moon was so bright we could see the entire island without flashlights, it was amazing! We plan on getting some lightweight sleeping pads next, so I can’t wait until we take our next trip!