Megan and Robert liked it, I was indifferent, and Charity disliked it. The problem was Cheryl. She's your basic, white, over-sharing, unapologetic, horny protagonist. But she does manage to make an incredible journey. Her outward journey is something worth reading. It's a rugged, American journey at it's core, and it'll make you want to get some boots and dehydrated tuna, and trek across the country.
Last night we did our weak imitation of camping in Murrell Park on Lake Grapevine. The camp has a nifty online registration process, and a campsite is $10 per night. (However, they do not allow booze, and the view is less than we hoped for. Megan was less than impressed). We started a fire, but our moldy Walmart logs didn't burn so well. There was some good brush for kindling nearby, and in the end, we were able to cook hotdogs and roast marshmallows for s'mores. Robert brought dehydrated risotto from the REI store, and it was pretty good when cooked.
Peeing in the woods--check
Sleeping under the stars--nope, went home
Hiking--nope, too dark.
Warning: Salty language, gory foot scenes, sex, death, and cannibalism.