Go camping.

“There are two bears over there!” they shouted. We looked over and saw the two huge, oddly cuddly looking black bears. The bears looked over, as well. We locked eyes. It seemed like an hour, but was only a few minutes. Right then, I thought that was going to be the end of my story. The one where I tried to be adventurous, but it failed. But, it didn't. I finished my sandwich, crawled into the tent and actually woke up the next morning. I was sore, but we didn’t have any scary visitors. And I woke up. I think that’s the reason so many people camp. Sometimes, it makes some feel uneasy or get sweaty hands. Sometimes the beauty is unexplainable. But every time, it’s a surprising adventure.”

“Before I knew it, I was waking up with the sun, which quietly hissed, You’ve only got a few hours before I set you two aflame. Emerging from the tent felt like emerging from the womb—tired, a little confused, just happy to be alive. We celebrated a night of survival with French press coffee, a fresh fire, a cool 58-degree breeze and 360-degree mountain views.”

“But there was no time to look around for long. We were starting to lose daylight. We needed to put our tent up. After my friend gave me the directions on how to help him, the tent was up. I tossed in some extra blankets for padding, and a few prayers that nothing vicious would find us sleeping.”