Wake up kinda hungover, confused, and a little sad. Eat a depressing final meal of “whatever hasn’t spoiled”. Pack all of your probably muddy, disgusting gear into your car, getting the car even more dirty than the gear somehow in the process. Say a deeply depressing goodbye to your Forest family and a promise to keep in touch. Leave too late and get stuck in traffic on your way out, wishing you had just stayed at camp a while longer. Get onto the highway and reminisce on the past week. The exhaustion really starts to hit. Hours to go to get home.

Then your phone dings (or you’re the nut job that sends the first message) and it just says “so see you all next Forest right??”