I'm camping! Right this minute! Straight up blogging outside just like Thoreau. Which means 1) I have already spent 90% of my allocated blogging energy figuring out how to do it from my phone, and 2) you might want to go ahead and lower any hopes you have re: today's content. Let's start with St. Patrick's Day dinner:
It doesn't look like much, but it sure had that authentic Emerald Aisle flavor, provided I am correct in assuming that the Emerald Aisle is comprised entirely of salt.
The rest of our camping trip has just been a series of situations wherein Anna had everything totally under control.