I’m going to Alaska next week because my best friend is getting married. A couple of friends are coming with me, along with their son and The Kid. Somehow or other, I got conned in to agreeing to go camping in Denali during this trip. And not even in a cabin, but outside. In a tent. With a sleeping bag. On the ground. With, you know, bears and moose. I’ve gone nearly 40 years without peeing outside; I have a real fear that streak may […]