I never got to be a Girl Scout. Mom said no, and rightly so. I just wanted to join for the field trips. I really didn't care about badges and service and selling cookies and all that. I wouldn't have like it and she knew it. Smart, Mom.So I never got to sit around the campfire, making S'mores and doing whatever else it is the girls do around the campfire.
That's OK. Now that I'm a grownup, I get to do the campfire gig with Girl Friends, and I'll gladly trade the badges for wine and home-made marshmallows and a lovely firepit on a cool February night in western Maryland.
The Lake Pointe Inn is a two-hour drive from Pittsburgh and the perfect spot for a girls getaway.
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