Maybe you can get her there someday, Robert. She just hates the idea of looking less than her best. There’s no room for curlers and hair dryers and creams and makeup in a tent.

“Do you mean because there’s a salon on the camp grounds?” She asks with faux innocence. “There’s swimming and boating and tennis and archery, things like that. It’s nice to get out of the hot city for a while in the summer.”