Most of my life people have always made the assumption that because I like girly things, that I would dislike the idea of camping. This is absolutely false. In fact, I really like camping. It is my husband who is the diva and decided he will not sleep in a tent this year. Ok, the real reason is because he has a bad back (he wouldn’t be too pleased if he knew I just called him a diva…shhh…don’t tell). You see, my grandparents run a campground in northern California each summer now that they are retired. We try to make it down there every other year. So, now the question…