Morrison’s Dad came through town last night, en route to the High Sierras for a 3 day solo spiritual awakening hike type situation, like you do. (Please note the similarities between father and son, proving that things like Calm and Practicality are, in fact, genetic.) Hearing him talking about it, I said that I absolutely need something similar, though I would probably make it about ten minutes before I wondered what was next on the agenda, if there was somewhere nearby that sold commemorative magnets or shoes, if there was some site to go see. He suggested that I start my outdoors life (of which I kind of have none) with a family trip to Bear Camp. I REPEAT, BEAR CAMP. It’s a glamping trip in Canada where you live in the trees above the Bears, observe them, and occasionally venture down for hikes and river trips, etc. NOW ALL I WANT TO DO IS GO TO BEAR CAMP. It’s all I want. Mostly so that when people ask me what I did over break, I can just casually say ‘Oh, I went to bear camp,’ then offer no more information, like that’s just a thing that people do. I will then become known as a person who camps with Bears, which is obviously a career-defining reputation. You should hire Bekah. She camps with bears. Yes. THOSE Bears.