“What you do on your birthday you will end up doing all year long,” My grandma’s old wives tale from my childhood infiltrates my psyche. What insanity has brought my husband, Rick and me barreling down the highway towards a campsite on Hornby Island, when being cramped in a vehicle and camping have both always been shunned activities on my “special” day. The problem, as I see it, is genetic. Our son is only happy outdoors. A throwback from our hunting and gathering ancestry, no doubt, and he has chosen a compatible partner. The tenting invite came about a...
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