Leaving next week on a cross-country camping trip with big bro, his wife, and the shit monkey. We're gonna hike around as many national parks as we can until we get to northern California. We'll spend a week there and then make our way back down. Gonna hit the redwoods, death valley, king's canyon, bryce canyon, mesa verde, zion, grand canyon, petrified forest, and a shit-ton more. Mike's excited. I'm anxious as usual. There's 40-50 strangers up in California. And the idea of camping with a 9 month old doesn't put a song in my heart. Oh well. I reckon I'll try to make the best of it. 