I took a stab at camping this past weekend at a place called Bumping Lake. It was calmly serene, I spent most of the time lazily laying about and napping. It's easy to do without the concept of time. Thankfully the weather cooperated and not a drop of rain was sighted.
We arrived late Friday night, weary after a long drive. With a near bursting bladder, I scoured the woods for a place to do my business. Within the darkness I hoped, pleaded, and prayed that some random frog did not find my baggy sweatpants to become its new habitat.
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