Macomb Reservation State Park is a local gem. It’s 20 minutes from our house, but it feels like it’s in the middle of nowhere. We met friends Beth and Joan there this weekend. There was some laughter, kayaking, walking, and fishing.

Pro tip for campers: If, hypothetically, you are going to get yourself and your barely-teenagers stupid drunk, do some things that will attract the attention of Child Protective Services, and whine across the campground to your ex-wife who is camping a few sites away, don’t. It’s not a good flex.