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 laden with the essentials. Ain't no frills out here, just raw fun. We throw down our hammocks, light up a blaze, and tell yarns 'round the flames. The constellations are our ceiling, the music is the wind, and we're just chillin'. It ain't about the stuff, it's about