Dear Bossy’s Friend Jeff,
Hello! Bossy hopes you are enjoying the heat wave back in the Philadelphia region you share with Bossy when Bossy is not 416 miles away pooing in a communal toilet in rural Vermont.
Bossy thought you should know she and her family are having a divine time, even if Bossy’s last post made it sound as if Bossy is miserable according to Bossy’s daughter who rolled her eyes at Bossy’s words.
But who is Bossy if not putting the colic in bucolic?
Anyway, Jeff. Bossy knows you opted not to join the Bossy family vacation because you think camping is a solitary activity and you can’t understand why anyone would want to camp where there are actual campsites and actual campers and actual camp.
Even Mars isn’t remote enough for you, Jeff, because Jupiter lurks 344 million miles away and with your luck it litters potato chip bags.
But as Bossy said a bazillion times wrapped in even more times, Bossy’s rural Vermont state park features lots of space between the campsites. It’s practically like camping alone! Especially if one doesn’t count the other campers.
But wait! Bossy has lots more proof! Because Bossy took even more example photos because have you ever met Bossy?
There are many open campsites to choose from, each opening off of twisty sunny roads:
There are even cool shady sites to choose from, opening up from twisty shady roads featuring extra Lyme Disease just the way you like it!
Oh well, Jeff. There’s always next year.
And by the way, Jeff. Bossy knows you don’t actually read Bossy’s blog and therefore won’t be seeing this letter. But Bossy thought maybe, if she were particularly lucky, this may be one of the rare days you check Bossy’s blog to see if Bossy is finally letting other people write her blog instead of her, because then it would be kind of good.
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