Camping with my wife's dog

My wife had a wedding to attend in Tennessee, my daughter was staying with her grandpa, and I had a free weekend. Time to camp!

A lot of you may not know this, but I'm a true mountain man. I have spent hours learning all of my woods skills, and I've seen Red Dawn about 76 times, so you could drop me off in the Amazon rainforest and I'd be able to live forever, provided there was a hotel and a McDonald's close by. See? I've got skills.

But this weekend presented a new challenge. I had to take my wife's dog with me, and have her come back alive, or at least reasonably alive.

Long story short, we're back home alive. We hiked for miles, saw lots of wildlife, and slept in a tent, just like real men. We got rained on, drank warm beer, chased squirrels (not those tame city squirrels- mountain squirrels) and cooked food over a campfire. I'll give you more details later, but overall, it was a good weekend.

Except for when the dog stole my hotdogs, but that's another story.