Wild, wild life

The sleeping bags are rolled. The provisions — carefully selected according to metabolic type — are packed. Some of us are going camping overnight with friends.

If you don't already know how excited I am, and can't guess which of us are staying behind with the cats, the rottschund, and hermit crabs, here are some campfire tales from previous outdoor adventures to fill in the backstory. (Friday night: apparently, the link is buggy...and I need a shower before I can fix it; see en plein air label below for same effect.)

Back in a few.