I went Camping with Jackson and Wally at West Branch State Park Campground.
Wally and I arrived first, and got my tent set up.
We then spent the entire afternoon just trying to start a fire. Wally had purchased a fancy tungsten rod fire starter, and was determined to use it no matter what. However, we didn’t really know what we were doing, and all of the grass around was kind of damp. At one point, we resorted to trying to use one of Wally’s socks to start the fire, but that also didn’t work. Jackson arrived at some point during this, and also failed to get the fire started.
Eventually, our camping neighbor took pity on us, and gave us some drier lint, which was the missing ingredient we needed to get the fire started.
However, at this point a bit storm was looming, and we had to scramble to get the fire going, and start cooking the hot dogs while Jackson rushed to set up his own tent. I eventually resorted to cooking all of the hot dogs at once. We also borrowed a trowel from the neighbor to dig a channel around our tents, to help the water run off.
The storm hit, and we sat on the table under our umbrellas eating damp hot dogs. Afterward we retreated to our tent, and talked for a bit before going to sleep.
The next morning, we walked to the edge of the lake to talk a bit more, and packed up our stuff. We also discovered they sold matches at the camp store, which would have been pretty handy earlier.
10/10 worst camping experience.