My grandparents started camping on the Lake George islands in 1934. This was at a time when the campsite was fully maintained by those who camped and spending an entire summer on the island was not unheard of. In fact, that's exactly what my grandparents did. From late June, until early September they would spend their entire summer out on the islands.
Fast forward to today and we managed to eke out a weekend. A reason to celebrate.
We camped with my brother and his wife who have their anniversary a day after ours and who are also expecting their first born. Our celebration agenda included eating, swimming, reading, long naps - maybe a boat ride, and then eating again. Timing is everything.
Why we don't do this more often is beyond me. The two days spent out on the island were so peaceful I can only imagine what an entire summer would do for the soul.