I survived a weekend of camping.
And here are some pictures to prove it.
BF insisted on making me pack everything in this gigantic hiking bag. It weighed about 900 pounds and contained enough underwear and socks to last me a month.
I warned my friends that my mattress was huge- I don't think they believed me until it literally got STUCK in the front opening of the tent. Needless to say, they were impressed.
The Lake George Mini-ha-ha. The whistile was LOUD and woke me from a solid sleep at least twice.
I really did go camping, SEE? There's our campfire!
This is my best friend Kaisa sawing wood in a sundress. Yup- that pretty much sums it up.
Proof I really was in the woods and not at the spa.
Look, Ma! NATURE!
This is when I pretty much figufred out how to camp. And yes, there was a beer in my hand.
So impressively, I made it through my weekend excursion in the wilderness without dying of starvation or being eaten by a mountain lion. Would I do it again? Absolutely. I think with enough good friends who actually know what they're doing (and vodka), anyone can be a woods-woman.
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