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Relationships....

are easy when they involve nice wine and fancy dinners.
Upon being a part of one for over five (ish) months, the things a young couple starts to do are a little different.

What started out as a trip to Cancun, somehow became a back country camping expedition through Yosemite. If you're anything like myself, you don't even know what that means...Well, I'll tell you (since as of seven days ago I now know, in a major way).

Back country camping means camping withOUT things like an established camp site's standard amenities (like a bathroom) and food with its natural hydration in place. Instead one survives on his own water filtration system and indulging in baby wipe wipe-downs and instant coffee, close seconds to showers and REAL coffee. While these aren't really indulgences (unless you chose hot chocolate over the coffee like one particularly clever blonde) they do make ones camping experience quite exciting.

And how could I leave out the twenty-two mile hike part?! This would be the mode of transportation used to get from one camp "site" to another. Did I lose six pounds last week you ask? Why yes, yes I did. The fact that until yesterday I was moving around like my eighty-five year old grandmother...moot point.

The advantages to this sort of "couples' retreat," no not the pants that transform into shorts with the convenience of a below-the-knee-cap zipper, but instead...
sunsets at 9000 feet, bantering with the one you love around a homemade fire pit, and of course romantically scratching each others mosquito bites.
Advantage above all the rest: Leaving your bf tricked into thinking you're athletic and mountainous.

And you thought I agreed to wearing hiking boots without a motive...

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