I’ve always enjoyed camping. In our early twenties, my friend and I spent four months traveling through Europe with only a backpack, cook stove, sleeping bag and pup tent as travel necessities. We had a blast! So. . . when Guy and I met, I insisted we go camping. Needless to say, with my disability he was hesitant at first, but eventually succumbed to my constant pleading. Armed with new camping equipment, we started off by camping on his parent’s lake property in Shelton.