Good morning, good afternoon, good evening—whatever time it is where you’re watching this. In this one, Fiona and I get out for our first hot tent camp of the season here in central Minnesota, and it’s finally cooled down enough to make it worth hauling the stove. We had to scrap our original plan because our favorite spot got absolutely decimated by some low lives, so we pivoted to a new location where I could drive the truck right up to camp. I walk through getting the OneTigris Tegimen hot tent set, hanging the hammock, and dialing in a cold-weather sleep system with an underquilt and my UGQ Quillow. Once we’ve got coals and the stove going, I cook supper right on the wood stove—shrimp and grits with plenty of Old Bay because I’ve been missing home in Georgia. The night gets properly “woods-y” with owls calling and Fiona being mad about it, but inside the tent it’s unbelievably cozy. I don’t run the stove all night (I like sleeping more than stoking a fire every hour), and even after it went out around 2:00 a.m. it didn’t phase us—below freezing, still warm and comfortable. The only real downside was the road noise, which sounded about like sleeping at a rest stop, but we finish strong with oatmeal and espresso the next morning and wrap it up for the first hot tent of the year.