Guess who had breakfast duty on the camp out? Me. First on the grill was bacon, a lot of it. There was so much grease that we nearly had our eyebrows seared off from the flames lapping our faces! No joke.
I wasn't deterred from the flames, a bacon lover is faithful 100%.
Yep, we three slept here; Rick, Quinn & me. Truman slept in another tent with a friend, thankfully.
Ever heard of quadruples'mores? Truman made one - makes one wonder. . .
Do I seem a little less stressed than the picture of Rick and me at Newport Beach? I feel secure and confident that my head space is not being invaded. Thanks, Rick!