I'm gonna be brutally honest, the colder it gets the less camping seems realistic to me. Haha, call me a whuss if you will but I'm just saying.

"I dream of the day when my son can join me in the woods on a hunt. I will pass on all that I have learned to him, just like my father did to me. To me, this defines tradition which can survive for endless generations as long as we do our part."