Two thirds of Hennacornoelidays are pushing fifty and we still spend quite a lot of time sleeping on the ground. I’ll admit it; each summer it takes a little more nudging to leave my comfortable home in search of road time adventures (and our new king size ain’t helping matters). Also seems to be taking my body longer to adjust sleeping in a tent. But man, right now, while typing these words out in the open with the sun just barely breaking through the pines to bake my back, there is nowhere else I would rather be.