Every couple of years my husband’s (large, loud, fun) family has a reunion. Everyone gets together and camps, all 70 plus of us. I call it ‘Let’s Go Camping With the Crawfords!’ Unfortunately you have to understand something – I am a city girl. I am not saying I am proud of it (ok, I sort of am), but prior to our wedding I had never actually seen anyone outside of the movies wear cowboy boots. Not for real at least. But you learn fast that telling your husband’s uncle “I like your high heeled, snake skin boots!” will not make you any friends. Really the only thing worse is… Keep Reading