Camping

I took my kid sister camping this weekend. It's safe to say she is not a camper. Wow. Mom failed her somewhere. Tragic, really. I should have had a clue how it was going to go when we couldn't find the sleeping bags (turns out, they're locked in the separated garage), and I told her that was just fine, we could make bedrolls and call it good. Her response to that: "What's a bedroll?" Erm, did we grow up in the same house? I've been making bedrolls for as long as I can remember -- I like them better, as they tend to be more flexible with the season, weather, and temperature of a given local. How she has managed to make it nigh unto 21 years and not know how to make a bedroll is beyond me.