We went camping this weekend with family and had a very nice time. The campground we went to is one of the amusement-park campgrounds, one that has about fifty-three different activities catering the the children. It is great fun for them, don't get me wrong, and we enjoy the swimming pond that is filled with giant floating equipment. It certainly isn't as peaceful and calming as some other places we have camped, but it is fun.

One thing I have noticed as we have been camping in the last four years is starting to bother me. What is the deal with all of the golf carts? Campgrounds, at least around here, are filled with people zipping around on golf carts. I can understand someone who is disabled using one; some of the campgrounds are large or hilly, and it might be difficult to get around if one has a disability. However, there is no reason that an able bodied person needs to ride on a golf cart to go to a bathroom that is a 3 minute walk away or to get to the swimming pool that would only be 10 minutes away on foot. Last year, Luis and I saw someone get in their golf cart to drive less 100 feet to the bathroom. I am not kidding. The sheer absurdity of it had us snickering all evening.

Personally, I enjoy the walk to get places at a campground. It is a nice change of pace to walk to the bathroom in the early morning hours, listening to the birds or to stroll around the grounds in the evening with the crickets chirping away. It is fun to take a family walk to gawk at other people's campsites, see what creative things people do to their campers and wave hi or make conversation with others. I truly do not understand why someone would want to hop on a golf cart to speed around when putting one foot front of the other takes just a fraction more time and brings such contentment to me.