It was dumb luck. Last weekend my little tribe went with some friends and their kids out into the mountains of northern Arizona to recharge the batteries. We all have small kids in school, kindergarteners and first graders mostly, and the realities of homework, chores, and raising well-mannered little shits has become a one big fucking mountain for us all. It piles up, all the things you need to do as a parent—let alone as an individual. So we band together about once a month to blow off steam, play in the fresh air, and leave town for a few days to go find a little adventure. We hit this spot perfectly. We pitched tents under tall green ponderosa pine and these gorgeous aspen turning a perfect fiery gold, cooked tasty food, drank beer one after the other, told tall tales, snuggled with our kids around a campfire. If we’d been a week sooner or later, it just wouldn’t have been the same. We’re gonna make it, I think.