I’m the first to admit that I’m not big on camping. I don’t like being uncomfortable in general, and sleeping in a cold, damp cabin with spiders is the definition of uncomfortable. Still, last weekend rocked. I learned about firearm safety (and have may have finally internalized the difference between gauge and caliber), shot at flying clay targets, and learned the basics of taking a decent picture. I toasted a Twinkie, met people from Chicago, and ate a whole lot of fried fish. I didn’t shower or have cell service for three days and I didn’t even care. I met an 85-year-old whose activities included ziplining and rappelling. I’m already looking forward to next year. And trying to figure out how to incorporate trap shooting in my next book.