The only camping I did was at a festival back in early June.

Four days of pure excitement.

We knew the trip started off just right when one of my buddies picked up a 10 strip while waiting to get into the festival grounds, so as soon as we parked our car, we all dropped out. In retrospect, probably not the best idea since we hadn't set up our tents or anything yet, but somehow we managed.

After the 2nd day, our tarp that everyone was sitting under to hide from the blistering sun just collapsed on us, so we had to create a make-shift one using our cars as the poles. It was pretty ghetto, but it did the trick.

By the end of those 4 days, most of us had plenty of chiggers and little-to-no-water to call our own, but it was still amazing. The music that weekend was almost enlightening, I swear. Seeing Buckethead and Les Claypool within 50 feet of us was all I needed.

Thank you for reading. ~