Apparently, being invited to speak at Freelance Camp isn’t exactly the same thing. Or so I’ve been told. As you might have heard, I’m about to embark on a little camping trip with some other local dads. This wouldn’t normally be a very big deal, except most of us are hardly experienced campers. Is “campers” the correct term here? I have no idea.

I’ve mentioned on this blog a few times before that I am fueled by caffeine and Wi-Fi. That line also pops up in my social media. It’s tongue-in-cheek, to be sure, but there’s also some truth. I’m a city slicker, about as far removed from being an outdoorsy type as it gets. And yet, I signed up for this thing.

Taking the time to bond with other like-minded individuals is an important aspect of self-care. This means real face-to-face time, away from the stresses and anxieties of everyday life. Because URL can never fully replace IRL. And for #5DadsGoWild, that IRL means disconnecting from modernity and reconnecting with nature. I guess?

That just sounds terrifying. There are so many things that could go wrong. But I digress.

The five dads on this #5DadsGoWild camping trip are me, Social Dad James Smith, A Dad In The Burbs Stacey Robinsmith, Parenting 101 Dale Allen Berg, and Stephen Fung. Both Dale and I have practically zero camping experience whatsoever, so we’ll be relying on rugged outdoorsman Stacey to keep us safe from bears. And Stephen has knives, so there’s that.

Be sure to follow the #5DadsGoWild hashtag on Instagram and Twitter to keep up with our adventures all weekend, as well as in the days and weeks afterward. We’ll all have some great blog posts and other content coming out about our (mis)adventures. What could possibly go wrong, right?