Camping sucks. It does, it really does. I’m out there, sleeping on the ground, surrounded by trees, insects, and bears all plotting to kill me in my sleeping bag. I have to hang food from a tree so I don’t starve the next day, clean myself in a public shower, and worst of all, make small talk with people who think spending a weekend away from work just one campsite over is a good use of their free time. Sure, it’s nice to get away from the god-awful air quality and noise of the city, and nature is goddamn beautiful to see in person, but I’ll take my nice warm bed in my nice warm room over a tiny tent in some rocky KOA any day. Or at the very least, a nice bed in a sleeper camper.
The only thing camping has over my day to day life is s’mores. I love those sweet little bastards. Why don’t I make them more often? A toasted marshmallow is one of life’s greatest pleasures and, as I learned this past weekend, it can make for one clever puzzle game.
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