First, Maybynack, THANK YOU!
My first strange camping experience was when I was about 16. We went to the nearby Gulf of Maheco island of Grand Isle. We brought various adult party supplies, mostly legal, some not so much. Pitched our tents at a really neat place near the water. Let the party begin! Some time during the very early morning there was some moisture and the waves got louder. You guessed it, sploosh sploosh; the tide had come in. Oops.
The next one, fast forward 35 years or so later, the same island. We got there Friday afternoon with Hurricane Katrina safely headed to Appalachacola, Fla. Had a great time. Saturday morning we gott evacuation orders. We ate breakfast and went home. Hell of a long way to go for breakfast!
