Yes, people, we are back—up at the family cabin for opening deer season, and I decided to do it the way I love best: truck camping in the woods in freezing temperatures. The cabin was chocked full of family (and puppies), so while everybody else got to hear each other snore, Fiona and I curled up in the backseat. I didn’t drag y’all through the whole setup since we’ve covered it before, but I did give a quick tour of our “home for the night”: food and toiletries up front, Reflectix on the windows, a minus 25° sleeping bag, and a power station keeping the cameras, tablet, and phone topped off. This trip was a good reminder that winter truck camping is equal parts cozy and rough. It was bitterly cold—even inside the truck—and at one point Fiona started shivering, so we tucked in under the bag and called it a night. The next morning told the story: it was 18°F with the wind blowing, and her water bowl froze solid inside the truck. We didn’t get blessed with a deer this time, but we still had great food (you can’t go wrong with venison meatloaf), hot coffee with my pap, and the kind of family time that makes the whole trip worth it.