[scitimas12]

Fall is the best season for camping. It's cool enough that you can wear long sleeves, which can protect from ticks and scratches. Actually, no bugs in general. It's hot enough that you don't lose feeling in your fingers when just existing.

I remember getting wet socks in the winter when I was a Boy Scout in 7th grade. The nerves in my foot overloaded and it felt like they were hot instead of cold. Never going to go winter camping again.

And it's not too wet either. Spring has the issue of rain (and bugs), which sucks for hikes and tent camping. I have to clean the mud off tarps and clothes when that happens. Plenty of memories of scraping off shoes with an old toothbrush.

Fall has none of these issues and is beautiful. The other seasons can be, but it's harder to enjoy because of weather and bugs. Summer has the benefit of summer break, but fall happens to be the best time to skip school. Nothing matters in the first few weeks of school.

Optimal camping season

[scitimas12]

I feel like people don't fully understand what the world is gray really means. It doesn't mean that the world is the same color gray everywhere, but a shade or a tint of it. The world is never fully black and white, but some parts are darker than others and some parts are lighter than others.

I feel like this applies to people too. People are not a simple gray, but a mix of different tints and shades. If the average shade skews lighter, than those people are better than worse. And vise versa.

This applies to fiction too. Even the brightest stories aren't perfectly black or white. You can always find gray in characters if you choose to extrapolate their actions and thought.

Things are not black and white. But they're not all the same basic gray either.