It is a tradition that is as old as my life in years; the weekend family camping trip to Petoskey State Park. One of these trips I can recall quite well. When August 1st rolled around, my siblings and I spent numerous days packing and making sure we had everything for our trip. Mom was over-cautious as always and wanted to make sure we packed everything that was necessary. She created a checklist and checked each item off as it was packed into the mini-van. "Got to be sure we don't leave anything behind", she said; we just rolled our eyes and continued, a little annoyed at her over-pickiness. When it came time to clean the 1982 white and beige striped camper with canvass roofing and pull out beds, she began to watch over us with hawk like vision, just waiting to spot her prey, this, in our case...