Victor had planned to stay on his sleeping mat today and read, but he gave up on that idea the third time he accidentally put too much weight on one elbow, rolled off to the left, and watched his book bounce to the right. Living in a moonbounce sounded like a lot more fun until you tried to do it, he reflected after he chased down the book and crawled out into the sun.

Once he was outside the tent, Victor plopped himself on a rock and stared into the firepit with the book balanced on one knee. He was trying to decide whether it was too early (and he was too lazy) to start a fire or whether tracking down a bunch of firewood and lighting it up was his duty as a camper.

[OOC: Open campgrounds post.]