Camp Out!

This picture feels like my childhood (minus the mother). So many summer nights I slept in a tent that looked very much like that one next to my dad and my bro in pretty much every National Park on the West Coast. Spending the days having botany pop quizzes while hiking, diving into freezing rivers and cooking dinner on our little green camping stove. My favorite was our Sequoia and Kings Canyon trip where we forgot all our tapes except for the Best of Simon and Garfunkel, no wonder I know every word to every song they’ve ever written. So anyway I change my mind—fuck the beach, let’s go camping.

Thanks CS.