If mom asks you to look at a bird or help with the tent, Nothing frustrates a parent more than saying “Wait, I’m respawning” while the campfire dies.
"You’re bringing your laptop?" Mom asked, raising an eyebrow as Lucas shoved the heavy gaming rig into his backpack. They were standing in the driveway, the car packed with tents, coolers, and hiking boots.
adjusted the heavy straps of his pack, his legs burning from the long hike up the ridge. Beside him, his mother moved with a practiced ease, her eyes scanning the familiar horizon of the peaks she had climbed since she was a student.