This one goes out to Jen, who told me we were glamping. In her defense, we did bring a “stove,” and there are flush toilets, so it’s on the glamp side of camping. Plus, she provided donuts and coffee. I’ll follow a woman with donuts and coffee anywhere.
Don’t be fooled by the serenity of this picture. Not too long before the peaceful moment of my favorite planner and Jesus, I fell out of my hammock and onto my head. Camping is not for me, y’all.