“I’ve been camping exactly once. Let’s just say we refer to it as the Great Misadventure of 2012. It involved carrying a thirty-pound cooler with no handles more than two miles, a pillowcase with my clothes in it, a lopsided tent that trapped every mosquito inside, and Lawrence being mistaken as the suspect in a carjacking and arrested in the parking lot on our way home. We didn’t repeat it.”
