The annual Kentucky Fried Rat Fest is one tradition that is bound to stay around for years to come. We can no longer fit on our 'hidden high spot' in the mountains; Nor is it very safe for the youngest members of our clan. So we have graduated, or migrated rather, to one of the many campsite spaces at Mueller Park. The kids think this is pure heaven, and even I, with all my camping phobias, love this tradition. The campfire gets made, the food gets eaten, smores are cooked to perfection, and the kids can run, scream, and play at will. We all love the mountain air and beautiful scenery that surrounds us. Dad usually has a bit of wisdom to share, mom a few tears to shed (when contemplating the blessing of her children and grandchildren), and the siblings typically have plenty of sarcasm to last the whole night through. It's as close to perfection as it gets! Gotta love family!