Every now and then there are days in a father’s life when you wish you were retired. In any case, it’s nice to see the two older neighbors at the campsite letting the sun shine on their faces in their deck chairs while you round up your own followers. If the two of them weren’t staring into their cell phones, they could even look at the Allgäu mountains, covered in snow, with a sky above, blue and clear as in late autumn. The door to their mobile home is open and they are wearing sweaters. It’s February.
Winter camping: In a motorhome with children, a test trip
