This spring break I traded mojitos for Swiss Miss, wet tee shirt contest for get-sand-out-of-my-clothes challenges, and one night stands for a fully-clothed spooning session necessary to protect my friends and myself from below-freezing temperatures. There was a beach, but not the type you’d have sex on. This spring break I went wilderness camping with two friends at the Otis Pike Fire Island High Dune Wilderness Area, in an effort to temporarily escape the concrete and concrete schedules that currently structure our lives.
