My best friends wanted to go camping one more time this year. I reminded them it had already snowed and that we hadn’t had a single temperature above zero for the last three weeks. Then Jack told us that it was supposed to be 48F this weekend and that I was going camping with them. I shook my head and told them that camping was for the spring, summer, and early fall. I wasn’t going camping and freezing my butt off, but they said we’ll see and left the house. I could not believe they thought I would go camping during the wintertime. I wasn’t foolish, and I enjoyed staying home and staying warm. Jack called when he got to the beach house and asked if I was sure I didn’t want to go camping. If there was a lodge with a fireplace or heating and air conditioning system installed, I would go. I wanted to go ice fishing, even though I didn’t want to sleep in the cold. I asked if they were going to have a lodge with a fireplace or heating and air conditioning system. He wasn’t sure, but he said there were portable space furnaces they could put in the tent. I would still be asleep on the frozen ground and I didn’t want to wake up as a popsicle. I was going to stay home and watch it snow through our windows. I had excellent heating, and if they wanted to freeze to death that was their choice. Jack asked if he could stay at our beach house over the weekend. He didn’t want to go camping either, but he didn’t want to stay at the beach house alone. Both of his older siblings were going camping and I had forgotten Jack was only seven years old.