In the summer of 2016, we took our first camping trip together to Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Owen came in with plenty of camping experience, while Veronica’s last trip had been as a Girl Scout at the age of 12. After nearly 8 hours on the road, arriving at the campsite felt like a relief, especially with the breathtaking views that welcomed us. The weekend began perfectly: laughter around the campfire, peaceful walks along Lake Superior, and being in a rush to do nothing. But if you know us, you know our luck tends to swing wildly between very good and very bad. The bad luck struck when we drove into town for ice. Our friend’s car got a flat tire, and just as he finished changing it, our car got not one, but two flats within 30 minutes. With no other choice, we trekked four miles back to camp in the dark, guided by cellphone flashlights and carrying a cooler (which, full disclosure Veronica did not help carry at all). We made it back just in time to gather around the fire again, exhausted but laughing, trading stories and warming up under the stars. Around 2 a.m., our campsite neighbor told us to head to the nearby cliff where, to our amazement, we saw the northern lights dance across the sky. In that moment, all the hassle and bad luck melted away. It was magical and totally worth it.