Have you ever been camping?

Yes. As a child, I tent camped with my family in a variety of places in northern Wisconsin. I hated it because I was severely arachnophobic, and daddy-long-legs climbed on top of the tent under the rain fly as we slept. I awoke screaming, and I covered my eyes with my sleeping bag. I begged to sleep in the car instead, but my parents would not allow me to do this. This happened many times.

Also, I camped with my partner in their van in Upper Michigan last summer. There, we bought an ounce for $75. With glee, we smoked a blunt out in the open in our campsite in the middle of the day. It felt nice not to be guilty of committing a crime every time we lit up.

I have camped in my partner’s backyard this spring too. This was kind of cheating camping because I slept on two stacked mattresses, and we had a heater in the tent. Still, I consider this one type of camping.