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My vital accessory:
Camping companions who try to recreate a weekend at an all-inclusive resort on pine needles.
Then I can:
1. Mooch whatever strikes my fancy.
2. Feel superior about the fact that I am probably going sleep on the ground under my car, eat and drink everything out of one plastic cup for four days, and experience what camping really should be.
Otherwise, the only thing I've truly found I can't get by without is a semi-decent camp chair. Sitting on the ground or a picnic table bench for hours at a time just doesn't fly. Everything else I've done without at some point.
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