Summertime for my family means fishing season. We pack up our home (this year both my husband and I both, and for good) and move to fish camp, where the work days are long, the resources are limited, and perhaps most inconvenient for a determined cloth mama…the washing and drying option are a bit more primitive (I once wrote about how lucky I had struck it in my laundering). At camp this year we had both my own 6 month old, and my sisters 16 month old. Having never put a disposable diaper on my baby yet, I was determined to keep him in cloth. As we completed each batch of laundry, I became more and more determined not to break into my reserves…disposables I had been given.