I grew up in a tent. My father and mother loved camping, and by the age of 9, I was totally hooked. Also totally mosquito bitten, but that is another story.
In 1984, my soon-to-be girlfriend and I embarked on a back country hiking experience, 13 miles into a wilderness area to see if we could stand each other when there was no comfort to be found.
7 tents, one fifth wheel, two camper shells, and now a truck tent, a normal tent, and a 22' Nomad TT have kept me and my wife in adventures all across the USA countless times. I can't imagine not being in the wild somewhere without her. 31 years seems such a long long time to some; it seems like a moment to me. One that I want to extend for as long as we can remember who we are with.
And I TRULY, TRULY love ol whats-her-name.