"Was that better?" I asked when I pulled back. "Because we need to leave soon."
                          
"I guess," Shawn sighed. I got off his lap and stood up. Shawn did the same. 
                          
We put on our hiking boots and carried our bags out to Shawn's Jeep. We got in and began our journey to the woods, where we'd get out and hike for about a mile to the campsite. We were in the car for about 20 minutes, just listening to music and having small conversations. 
                          
When we got to the edge of the forest we'd hike through, Shawn put the car in park and cut the engine. Shawn glanced over at me. "You ready for this?" he asked. 
                          
"As ready as I'll ever be, I guess." I opened my door and climbed out. Shawn went to the back and got out our backpacks. He opened his and pulled out a can of bug spray. 
                          
"Hold out your arms," he ordered. I obeyed, and he sprayed me down with the bug spray, putting extra near my ankles. I did the same thing for him. Then we put on our backpacks and buckled all the straps. 
                          
We began our mile long hike uphill. Along the way, Shawn pointed out all the plants and birds he recognized. The only mammals we saw were a few squirrels and one deer. Thankfully, we didn't see any snakes. As we hiked further, it began to get a bit chilly. Shawn said it was probably just because we were at a higher elevation, so we stopped to put on the sweatshirts we brought and eat some of the food. We walked for a little longer until the terrain eventually flattened out. Shawn picked out a flat spot for the tent, and he set it up. I mostly just handed him the poles every so often; I didn't really know much about setting up tents. 
                          
When the tent was fixed, we crawled inside it to set up our things. We rolled out the sleeping bags and put our backpacks in a corner. 
                          
"What do you say we start a fire and roast some marshmallows?" Shawn asked. 
                          
"You brought marshmallows?" I didn't remember seeing them in his bag. 
                          
"Yeah. They've been in there the entire time. They were just in the front pocket where you didn't look. There's also matches in there."
                          
"You're amazing," I said with a smile. 
                          
"So I've been told," Shawn  responded, smiling back at me. "We need to find some dry wood," he ordered when we climbed back out of the tent. "Do you think you'll get lost if we go separate ways?"
                          
"Probably," I admitted. I had a terrible sense of direction. 
                          
"All right. Then we'll both go this way." He gestured to the forest, where I was pretty sure we had just come out of. He took my hand, lacing his fingers through mine, and we headed into the woods together. It didn't take us long to find firewood. It hadn't rained in a while, so most of the wood was dry. We carried a pile of it back to the camp. Shawn placed the wood in a specific structure-type thing (A/N: I know nothing about building fires.)
                          
I sat on the ground next to the fire, and he went back to the tent and got his backpack. He got out the matches and lit the wood. Then he pulled out the marshmallows. 
                          
I realized that we didn't have a way to cook them. "You didn't, by any chance, bring any of those skewer stick things, did you?" I asked. 
                          
"No. There wasn't enough room, but we can use real sticks." He walked over to a nearby tree and snapped two sticks off of low hanging branches. "The fire will get rid of any germs on them. It'll be fine."
                          
I took one of the sticks from him and ripped open the bag of marshmallows. We each took one and put in on a stick. Our fire wasn't really that big, but it was big enough to turn the marshmallows brown. 
                          
When my marshmallow was cooked just the way I wanted it, I pulled it back out of the fire. I blew on it for a moment to cool it off. Then I pulled it off the stick and bit into it. It was very sticky, but it tasted amazing. It got stuck to everything - my fingers, the stick, probably my face. "It's so sticky," I complained.