BOYS IN THE BACKWOODS: GETTIN' LIT IN THE BUSH

Yo, listen up cuz this is how we roll. We crash the trails like pros, backpacks packed with the goodies. Ain't no frills out here, just raw adventure. We throw down our hammocks, light up a blaze, and tell stories 'round the flames. The constellations are our ceiling, the rhythm is the trees, and we're just kickin' back. It ain't about the gadget