Boldly Go Solo

I love sleeping in the great outdoors, but I don’t always relish how my body feels after a night on the ground. Thermarest or no. So the idea of hotels and inns can be mighty appealing.

But there is at least one major bonus to campground trips. It’s the fire.
There’s nothing quite like sitting around a roaring blaze with a group of people, just chillin’. (Or would that be "heatin’?"). You’re all together in one place. People are relaxed. There’s really nowhere to go.

At inns, couples might retire to their rooms early. Or some people go to the bar, or walk into town. Then the group splits up. Around a fire, you often hear great stories and good jokes. Even the bad jokes are funny after enough wine. Or enough marshmallows. Preferably toasted a dark brown.