Camping among “family”. I liked how new friends and neighbors were literally a stones throw away. I could hang out at my tent, even with folks milling about on either side, and read quietly alone. Or I could just walk a few feet and sit with a friend and chat, or join a little party next door, without having to drive. Or I could site hop and serial visit with lots of folks. Nice. That feeling of spontaneity is so sweet. Here, my closest friend is a mile and a half, not far, but far enough to feel it’s best to call before I stop by. Car culture, ironically, secludes us.