I’LL ALWAYS REMEMBER our first official family camping trip. Two parents and three kids (ages five, seven, and nine) tent camping on a rainy Easter weekend.
Things started out fine. We pitched our tent off the edge of a muddy road in a grassy canyon bottom in a Yellowstone basin. On either side of us, the canyon walls rose a couple hundred feet and flattened out into rolling hills. The upper lip of the canyon was composed of exposed
