Bar Harbor, Maine
Vacation this year probably won't take us this far from home. Depending on how things go, we may wind up pitching a tent in the backyard, cooking hotdogs over the contained fire pit. Not a bad idea, to me. Save for my husband, who was raised on tent camping, the other four of us enjoy our creature comforts. Keep your brown paper packages tied up with string. Running water and real beds are our favorite things. Not to mention a space that isn't infested with insects. Finding one cicada the size of our dogs - hanging out in the boys' bed – was more than enough for us. Our shrieks are probably still reverberating around that campground.
I guess there's a chance we'll get away, but only if the budget allows. It's scary this year – not exactly the year you feel like splurging, like we did for the New England trip. That was by far the most expensive trip we've ever taken, thanks to our pop-up camper breaking, forcing us to stay in hotels for more than half the trip.
And, of course, the kids and I were heartbroken.