I'm not really a big fan of camping, but I'll go once a year, for a night. Maybe two. One time I survived three nights. This time Chantal did all the hard work and someone else drove, so I went. It was a job well done. I swear I'm not that big of a mooch though. We went north to somewhere east of Payson. This was about two weeks before I moved to LA, so I wanted QT with these people.
Katie had to catch a marshmallow in her mouth before we could enter.