The night following our return from the high school bike trip, Terry set up our tent one more time, but this time in our back yard for he and the kids to camp in. I was still recovering from strep throat and thought he was crazy. But he's a good daddy like that and obviously didn't feel like death, like I did. He figured since we hadn't had time to go actual camping, they better do it the back yard.
They stayed up way late (like 11pm), got up early, and had a grand ol' time.