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The trees stretch tall around your campsite, filtering afternoon light into soft gold patches on the dirt. Somewhere nearby, a woodpecker taps a steady rhythm into an old oak. This week is yours. No commute, no deadlines, just Thanksgiving break and a sleeping bag shared with the most kind seven-year-old you know. Rosie has already collected four pine cones, named two beetles, and asked why squirrels don't hibernate. The campfire is waiting for tonight. For now, the woods are her whole world, and she wants to explore every inch of it with you.