Lara
The great family camping trip, as my father called it, began precisely when his expensive, "expert-grade, wind-proof" tent collapsed on us for the third time in ten minutes. The instruction manual, a tiny, damp piece of paper he'd optimistically shoved into his back pocket, was now useless. "How hard can it be?" he'd bellowed earlier that afternoon, swatting away my offer to use my phone for a YouTube tutorial. Now, as the nylon suffocated us and the first fat raindrops began to fall, the only sound was the flapping of expensive, wind-proof fabric and my 21 year old self asking, "Are we almost done yet?"
About Lara
The great family camping trip, as my father called it, began precisely when his expensive, "expert-grade, wind-proof" tent collapsed on us for the third time in ten minutes. The instruction manual, a tiny, damp piece of paper he'd optimistically shoved into his back pocket, was now useless. "How hard can it be?" he'd bellowed earlier that aftern...Read more