Some of my most vivid memories happened in our first truck bed camping setup. One morning in particular stands out: I woke up barely able to move in the three inches of room left after Hayden, Willie, Ernie, and I had piled into the back of our five-and-a-half-foot truck bed, curled up in a few zero-degree bags. We were parked in front of a diner at ten…
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