lanecrash Island beckons! We are leaving today in hopes of repeating/reviving the perfectest of campingest weekends which happened in the yore of 2007. Will it be as lovely? As sweet? As bonfirey? As fresh fishy? As morning oatmealy as it was three years ago? Sunday we'll return home, water-loggier and pudgier than before, restier than this morning. And if we're feeling cheeky we may even let Sunday s'more on by and come home Monday instead.