My dad and I are taking an overnight backpacking trip in April. He actually agreed to go and not complain about the rustic accommodations in my ragged Marmot tent. He will not complain about gaining 2,000 feet in elevation in a short period of time. He will not complain about a dinner of red beans and rice in a tortilla shell. He will not complain about an oatmeal and dried fruit breakfast. He will not complain about the taste of the water from the Nalgene bottle. He will piss in the woods and remember what it is like to be free of the yoke of the regular world.
Welcome to my second world, Dad. Afterward, I will deliver you safely home so you can watch the final round of the Masters golf tournament on TV.
Gotta love it.