When I was young, I went to summer camp every year. Day camp for a month - my mom worked there - and sleep away camp for at least a week. My mom insisted that my sisters and I go away the same week - really, can you imagine???? - and we really looked forward to it. We spent tons of time looking through the Girl Scout brochure, planning which specialty we'd pick - I remember one year picking biking, even though all I did was bike around my neighborhood, and the last bike run of the week was about 30 miles - I rode the second half in the back of a pick up truck.
I was so not the biking type.
I don't know that I've ever sent my kids to summer camp. They've been to Vacation Bible school, but other than that and a few rotations that my boys did for day camp while in the Boy Scouts - they've stayed home.
This year, I'm going to summer camp.
I'm going to Harley-Davidson camp.
I know. I KNOW.
I get many fun opportunities thanks to this blog, and for those opportunities, I have you, my readers, to thank. Because you come here and read my thoughts and turmoil. You leave comments, like my Facebook page, and recommend me, and so I am offered some of the most enjoyable and fun chances I've ever had in my life. This 4 day camp is a dream come true for me. I get to go to Harley Camp with some of the most amazing women I've ever met - seriously, Kelly wrote an AMAZING post, in which she profiles each of the women who are lucky enough to take part in this awesome, exciting week.
I'm not a total newbie to the bike riding world, but I haven't ridden since I was about 12. My dad had a motorcycle and I rode with him. That was a long time ago, and I'm pretty nervous about crashing and falling off and road rash and screaming like a little baby.
Hold me, Internets. Hold me.
I'M GOING TO HARLEY CAMP!!!!
Disclosure: Blogher and Harley-Davidson are compensating me for my participation in Harley-Davidson Summer Camp - #hdsc.