Still No Day Spa at Camp

There are still no pictures of me.
On the homestretch of last week's camping trip, the Scoutmaster turned to me and noted, “I gotta say, Rob, I’m really impressed with your camping ability.”
I don’t camp.  I made this clear to him when he asked me to come on the trip six months ago.
I know how to camp, but I don’t.
One of my first camping experiences was “gold mining” with my father in the Toiyobe National Forest. Gold mining, in the McCandless dictionary, roughly translates as “fixing equip...