When Cyndee and I were planning the Lofty Lake excursion, she said camping overnight might be fun. Now, I'm not normally much of a camper, but in what must have been a moment of not necessarily clear thinking, somehow I agreed to the idea. Now, I have (or thought I had) all the necessary camping gear, but I choose to store it for my apocalypse preparations, rather than ever get it out. Nevertheless, I dutifully packed up my gear and prepared for an overnight out. We found a spot in a beautiful small campground called Butterfly Lake. For me at least, we could not have been in a better or more scenic spot. It was so peaceful and serene, and just so pretty. And other than a tent that was too small for a 5 foot four inch grown woman, and being stuck all night in a mummy bag contraption that left me barely able to move, and being so cold I had on two pairs of socks, sweats, a long-sleeved shirt, a fleece jacket, and my trusty black beanie, and not sleeping the entire night, I enjoyed