A little while ago I went camping. The next few updates will be excerpts from the notes I made on the trip. I wanted to preface it with saying that I went into the trip thinking that, as a stroll is a euphemism for a short hike, camping is a euphemism for a multi-day hike. But I was wrong… oh so very wrong! Each day of a camping trip is exponentially worse than the day before. Camping is like a torture that gets progressively worse over time. Like being tied down on a bed of bamboo plants. Or getting married.