My first night of camp cooking, and my first night camping, ever, was a fiasco. That was in 2009, on the Orange River, at the grassy and well run Abiqua River Camp on the Namibian side of the water. I started too late, only then realizing that darkness is...dark. I was still rattled by the bribe we had to pay at the border, but honestly I don't remember what else drove me to the state of near hysterics. Just the otherness of it all, I think. A complete lack of routine and familiarity with…
