Nathanael’s birthday was on the 27th of September and I wanted to kidnap him and take him camping, but a previous engagement forced us to move that adventure to this past weekend (well, one night hardly counts as a weekend).
I guess he was shocked that the prissiest person on the planet doesn’t mind camping. As long as it’s short and there’s no hiking involved, I daresay I LOVE camping. With Nathanael, anyway.
Word to the wise: Don’t go camping in October. It’s cold. But do go camping with your companion for the eternities. It’s magical.