Bashing Through the Flap

You bet it's cool! I woke up ready to hit the ground running. That tent zipper was stuck halfway, so instead of messing around, I threw my shoulder right into the nylon flap and barged straight out into the wild morning air. Fresh dirt under my boots, total open territory ahead. A chunky spruce pinecone was sitting right on the gravel path like it owned the place, so I gave it a solid kick and sent it tumbling into the weeds. Morning cleared, path secured—now it's time to explore.