I went camping at Lake Tahoe last week, and I didn't get eaten by bear or start a forest fire (you're welcome, Smokey). So success, right?
We arrived super late and managed to set up our rented tent (which only smelled a little like pee) in the dark. Go us! I was slightly terrified we were going to get mauled by wild animals in our sleep. The stars were pretty, plentiful, and distracting though, so I got over it. And I repeat, I didn't get eaten by a bear—phewwww.
We hiked, too. Matt made some friends with ducks, and Christina climbed every rock and tree she could find.