When Andy asked if I wanted to go camping in the San Juan Islands for the weekend, I pictured remote hikes, untouched wilderness and the solitude that only a backpacking trip can deliver. Instead I got a campground—interesting neighboors included—inflatable mattresses and a crying baby. I’m not sure how I feel about the new “Father” Andy.
Seriously though, I was stoked to be a part of Jones’ first camping trip. The weekend with Andy, his wife Abby, their new baby boy, Jones, and my wife Brooke was super relaxing. It was sweet to watch Jones experience the camping world for the first time—We even found a bald eagle for him. Doesn’t get much better than that.