Okay, so we’re not so much camping as staying in a heated, two-bedroom cabin on a lake. But there’s no radio, TV or Internet. That’s roughing it, right?
Besides staring at each other and playing cards, the only thing the four of us can do at night is sit in front of a campfire. Tom and Bryant insisted on making the biggest, brightest fire possible—saying that accomplishing this feat was a like a test of their manhood. Sara and I were content to let roasting the perfect marshmallow count as the test of our womanhood, and we ate s’mores as if it was our last supper.