Camping buddies

My love of camping is widely known and well documented. Now it's time to give some props to the people that make me love it: my camping buddies. Friends that you go camping with are different from other friends. They see you in a whole new context. They see you without your concealer and hair-straightener. They see you in the same pair of shorts for three days straight, even though they know you spilled mustard on them the first night. They see you hungry, cold, dirty, and tired, and yet somehow still happy. They see you hungry, cold, dirty, and tired, and absolutely freaking miserable. They see you tipsy, they see you stoned. They see you when it looks like you have a lead canoe permanently fused to your head. They see you argue with your significant other over directions, or how to set up a tent, or whether or not it's still "paddling time," or anything, really; they see you snuggle your significant other, lying on a lakeside rock staring up at the stars; maybe they snuggle you. They see you in a bathing suit! They see you sunburned. Maybe, just maybe, they see you naked.
You discover things about them. Like for instance you're not the only one who knows all the words to "Hotel California." Maybe they really like to win. Maybe they don't like jelly beans. Or peanut butter. Or they like peanut butter but not with honey or jam. All these little things that make up a person.
They giggle with you over ridiculous things. They throw the glow out into the universe, and reel in the good camping vibes, over and over again, just 'cause you asked.
Thanks, dudes. Same time next year.