I’d like to say I have warm memories of my first time camping, but the truth is I don’t remember it at all. Camping was simply part of my childhood: learning to roll up a flannel sleeping bag, chasing crawdads through the creek, cooking breakfast over the coals of the previous night’s campfire.
I do, however, remember my first time camping in the Adirondacks. It had been a while since I’d slept in the woods, and I’d gotten used to living in the city. Falling asleep every night to sirens and the hum of an air conditioner made me jumpy
