The only outdoors things I don't really enjoy are camping and hiking. This is surprising to most people. I just don't see the point in hiking on the same trails everyone else has gone, and camping is anything but easy with the things I have to carry with me wherever I go. I love spending long nights in cabins and around fires in the woods, but not only does it make my treatments pointless when I go camping, but I can't sleep well in a place that isn't solid and clean like a house or a cabin. 

I think my dad traumatized me out of camping when we stayed in a friend's camper. His friend said the camper was nice and clean, but we soon realized that we weren't staying in the nice camper his friend had; we were staying in a camper that hadn't been used in at least 5 years, and was just as it was four decades before. No sleep was had that night, and it was the longest 8 hours of my life by far!

The place was infested with spiders of all kinds, and both dad and I wrapped ourselves in every hoodie and sleeping bag we had, and hoped nothing would crawl in with us. It didn't help that there were screaming mountain cats and growling coyotes prowling around our camper like sharks circling a kayak. At one point, I heard a coyote pawing the exterior of the camper trying to find a way in. My dad was at the other end of the camper, and said he heard something jump on on the side to sniff around the open window above his head.

Dad had left some summer sausage out on the table under a slightly open window, and all of the nocturnal creatures of the woods came over to investigate. Worse yet, we didn't have a gun with us, and our little swiss army knives wouldn't do much against an invading pack of coyotes or a cougar. Dad and I were both paralyzed with fear until the sun started coming up. As soon as it was light enough to see without a flashlight, we booked it to the Xterra with our things and got the hell out of there! The only thing I left behind was any possibility of me ever enjoying another night at a campsite ever again!