Some of my favourite childhood memories were formed on camping trips. Newly made friends, long walks, long days, constantly getting dirty. Not much has changed, except the friends are now holding beers and the walks a little shorter. Who doesn't love a place where phone reception is minimal, where food falling on the ground doesn't matter anymore and where the only real focus for the day is keeping your campfire going. Some of the best laid plans (big/small or just plain ridiculous) are made by a campfire, everyday friends become philosophers and every meal is made with so much more love. Even if it is for just one night.