When we arrived in Idaho, I met Eddie's friend Schuck, who ran errands for hours, with us held captive in his big-ass truck. After camping three days in the Jewel Basin, all I wanted was a damn shower. Following his sixth or seventh errand, he asked, “Wanna skip showering and go straight to dinner?” A headache began at my temples. Should've known right then how the next few days would go.
