The weirdest thing about camping for me is that I always wake up forgetting where I am. “Hmm, those birds are singing really loudly. Did I leave the window open? Wait that one is coming from the side of the room with just a closet. Oh no. I slept through a tornado and the roof to my house is gone!”
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I’ve done multiple versions of the “my process” post over the years. It’s constantly evolving and changing so lots of details will be different 6 months from now.
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An awesome person went to visit Devil’s Tower Wyoming and planned ahead by printing out a homemade post card before they went.



