This past weekend, I was lucky enough to get out of town for a few days and go camping with a couple of girlfriends. I've been having a difficult time balancing my life now that I'm working a full-time job and a part-time internship, so it was good to refresh myself and be one with nature. Or something. We drove west to Maplewood State Park and camped for a couple of nights, canoeing, roasting marshmallows for s'mores, drinking whiskey, and telling scary stories centered around Christopher Walken (because he killed Natalie Wood, duh). I came home reeking of camp fire, swollen with mosquito bites, and full of joyful energy from my friends. What would life be if not for friends - and camping along Minnesota's lakes?