From The Campground Up

I don't have many childhood campfire memories. Most of the marshmallows I've eaten have been roasted in the backyard over a grill rather than an open flame in the woods. The nights I've spent under the stars can be counted on one hand and are mostly remembered by small rocks pressing into my spine. My fondest "camping" memories are actually just when my mother would let us pitch a tent in the living room and it became an alternative blanket fort. All the joys of camping with none of the nuisances like bugs or humidity. Still, I couldn't resist this camp-themed blouse by Book of Deer. The idea of camping is just another form of adventure and I can get behind life out of backpack guided by constellations and moss on trees...