High Fivin’ Life
Every other week around here we’re going to high-five and explore something a little different.
It’s called High Fivin’ Life.
The concept is simple: five things. One theme. Real stories. Lessons that mostly arrived the hard way. Some of them are useful. Some of them are embarrassing. Most of them happened after midnight.
Five Questions For
Around A Campfire
Episode 3
May 21, 2026
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1. “If reincarnation is real… what do you think you were before this?”
I asked this once to a guy who had been giving nothing but gym selfies and one-word answers all night. He sat there for a second, then said, “Something small. Something that had to survive.”
And just like that, the entire conversation shifted. This question isn’t about past lives, it’s not even about beliefs. It’s about how people see themselves when no one’s watching. Where they think the universe is treating them karmically. It’s self reflection on one’s own soul and it’s only able to be seriously answered when you’re staring into flame and smoke like it’s looking back at you.
2. “Do animals and plants have feeling?”
This one starts as a joke. “Yeah, that tree is definitely judging you for asking something so stupid.” “Your dog 100% knows you’re lying.” But then someone says something like, “I think they feel more than we do, they just don’t have to hide it.”
And suddenly we’re not talking about animals or plants anymore. Suddenly we’re talking about the impacts of societal norms as they relate to feeling. Suddenly, the conversation isn’t about the tall oak tree next to you’s ability to feel, but your jealousy of it if it can.
It’s a question that, if asked at just the right moment, after just the right amount of cocktails will quickly spiral into a conversation about how much we don’t allow ourselves to feel. You go from joking about whether or not your dog feels sadness, to wondering why you can’t cry in front of those closest to you.
3. “If your life were a novel written in the 1700s… how did you die?”
This one is chaos. People go dramatic: “Consumed by the sea!” “Died in a duel!”
But every once in a while, someone gets quiet and says something like, “Probably something preventable. Something I ignored for too long.” And you realize this question isn’t about death, it’s about how people think their story ends. This question also tends to lead to an inevitable, were you at the stake or carrying the torch conversation that only happens when the embers of campfire glow till dawn.
4. “You wake up tomorrow with a billion dollars…”
I love this one because people always start shallow. “I’m buying a house.” “A car.” “A boat.”
But the question really is three questions. You wake up tomorrow with a billion dollars, what's the very first obnoxious purchase you make? Where is your first billionaire vacation to? And what is the first charity you make a contribution to? And suddenly, you’re not talking about money. You’re talking about values.
I love this one because people always start shallow. “I’m buying a house.” “A car.” “A boat.”
But the question really is three questions. You wake up tomorrow with a billion dollars, what's the very first obnoxious purchase you make? Where is your first billionaire vacation to? And what is the first charity you make a contribution to?
And suddenly, you’re not talking about money. You’re talking about values.Because the answers stop being about the dollar amount pretty quickly. The “obnoxious purchase” usually reveals insecurity, comfort, or ego. The vacation answer tends to reveal what kind of peace or escape someone’s craving. And the charity answer? That’s usually the real one. That’s the thing they carry around quietly. The thing they wish someone had helped with sooner, protected better, funded more, or cared about harder. The billion dollars just strips away practicality long enough for people to answer honestly.
5. “Does size matter?”
Relax. Or don’t. Because the beauty of this question is that everyone thinks they know what you’re asking and everyone answers differently. Some go there immediately. Some pivot. Some get philosophical. And every single answer tells you something about how that person thinks about judgment, perception, and insecurity.
Some people answer confidently in under two seconds, which honestly says a lot on its own. Some people start laughing because they’re buying themselves time. Some people over-explain. Some people try to turn it into a TED Talk about emotional intimacy. And somewhere in the chaos, you realize the question stopped being about sex almost immediately. It becomes a conversation about confidence, comparison, ego, expectations, and the weird little ways humans measure themselves against each other all the time. Which is, frankly, very campfire behavior.
So why these questions?
Because campfires were never really about the fire.
They’re about the weird little social contract that forms when people sit in a circle long enough to stop performing. The conversations get stranger. The walls come down. People say things they probably wouldn’t admit at brunch in daylight.
A good campfire gives people permission to be a little more honest, a little less polished, and a little more themselves. And sometimes, all it takes is one mildly inappropriate question to crack the whole thing open.
High Fivin’ - That’s Life,
Ranger Alli
Five Pieces of Gear No Camper
Should Leave Home Without
Episode Two
5/7/2026
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And let’s be honest. The stereotypes about gay men do not exactly scream rugged outdoorsman. We’re not exactly known for sleeping on the ground or building campfires with nothing but a pocket knife and sheer masculinity.
But here’s the thing. Helping someone build their first campsite, especially the guys who actually want to learn how to do it themselves, is one of my favorite parts of this work.
Even after my actual responsibilities at my last campground moved me behind the bar, running operations, managing events, and pretending I knew what I was doing as a “Camp Ranger,” the tradition never really stopped. Every busy Friday someone would forget something essential and the front desk would send them to find me.
My enthusiasm for camping and teaching people how to camp eventually turned into a small hoarding problem. Over a dozen tents. Multiple sleeping pads. Air mattresses. Lanterns. Flashlights. Camp stoves. Coolers. If there’s a piece of camping gear that exists, there’s a decent chance I’ve accidentally acquired three of them.
So it didn’t matter how many people were in line for cocktails. At some point during the night someone new would approach the bar and say, “Hey Ranger Alli… the guy behind the front desk said you might have a [insert essential piece of camping gear] I could borrow?”
I’d chuckle, abandon the bar for a few minutes, and run up to the campground.
And after watching hundreds of campers roll into camp wildly unprepared, I’ve developed a short list of the five things no camper should leave home without. And yes, every single one of these has been forgotten by someone at least once. Sometimes by the same person.
1. A Headlamp (Because the Sun Sets Every Single Night)
You would be amazed how many people arrive at camp with thousands of dollars worth of gear and absolutely no light source. No flashlight. No lantern. No headlamp. Just vibes and a dying iPhone battery. Then the sun sets and suddenly they’re wandering through the tent field like a confused woodland creature trying to locate the shower house.
Get a headlamp.
Hands-free lighting means you can cook dinner, pitch your tent, dig through your cooler, and walk to the bathhouse without tripping over someone’s guy lines and collapsing their entire campsite. Which, to be clear, has happened. More than once.
But while we’re talking about headlamps, I want to introduce you to a feature experienced campers know and new campers accidentally weaponize: The red light.
Most headlamps have a red-light mode, and there are two very good reasons to use it. First, it preserves your night vision. Your eyes stay adjusted to the dark so you can actually see what you’re doing. Second, and this is the important one, it’s polite.
On the Appalachian Trail, shining your bright white headlamp directly into someone’s face while talking to them at night is considered a cardinal sin. You switch to the red light before interacting with other hikers. It’s a simple little bit of trail etiquette that basically says, “I respect your retinas.”
Use the red light around camp. Your fellow campers will appreciate it. And you’ll avoid temporarily blinding the guy you’re trying to have a pleasant conversation with at 10:30 at night.
2. Wet Wipes (The Most Important Thing You’ll Pack)
Camping is magical. It is also… sticky. Wet wipes solve a shocking number of camping problems. They clean your hands, your face, your cookware, your table, your cooler, your everything.
But we need to talk about something important here. Do not flush them.
I don’t care what the package says. I don’t care if they’re called Dude Wipes, Bro Wipes, Mountain Man Adventure Wipes, or Jesus Approved Biodegradable Glory Towels.
They are not septic safe. They are not sewer safe. They are not campground plumbing safe. Do not flush them in the shower house. Do not flush them in your camper. Do not flush them anywhere. Throw them in the trash.
Because nothing ruins the vibe of a campground faster than having to explain to a septic company that someone thought the plumbing system could handle a full Pride Parade of wet wipes.
3. A Chair (Because the Ground is Not Furniture)
Every weekend someone sets up a gorgeous campsite. Tent pitched. Lantern glowing. Cooler full of drinks. And then they realize they have nowhere to sit. Now they’re eating dinner hunched over a cooler like a Victorian orphan.
Bring a chair. And honestly? Bring a comfortable one.
Camping gear has come a long way. Some camp chairs now weigh almost nothing and pack down to the size of a water bottle. Others are basically portable living rooms. Cupholders. Headrests. Reclining backs. Possibly better lumbar support than my actual couch.
Camping should be comfortable. You’re here to relax, not prove a point.
4. A Way to Start a Fire
I cannot explain the number of times someone has walked up to me and said, “Hey, do you have a lighter?”
Sir. You bought firewood. You built a fire pit. You stacked the logs beautifully like a Pinterest survival guide. But the one thing missing from this entire plan was the actual fire. Bring two ways to start a fire. A lighter. Matches. A small fire starter.
Something. And let’s be clear here. Fire starter, not fire accelerant.
Not lighter fluid. Not gasoline. Not “this bottle of mystery accelerant I found in the garage.”Fire starter is designed to light a fire and help your wood catch properly, allowing it to burn evenly and safely. Accelerants are designed to create a moment in which the entire campground collectively yells, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!”
If I see you drunkenly squirting lighter fluid onto a campfire, I will absolutely confiscate it. Honestly, I might confiscate it if you’re sober too. But let’s be real. By the time most people are building their campfire, sobriety is not exactly the dominant energy.
Build the fire slowly. Use kindling. Use a proper starter. Because once the fire is going and everyone is gathered around it, that’s when camp really comes alive.
5. One Comfort Upgrade
Here’s something I’ve learned after years of watching campers roll in and from spending more nights camping than most.
Camping doesn’t have to mean suffering. You can absolutely rough it. Sleep on the ground. Cook beans over a tiny backpacking stove. Pretend you’re starring in your own survival documentary. But modern camping gear is incredible.
Solar lanterns. Portable power stations. Self-inflating mattresses that are more comfortable than my first apartment bed.
Camping can be rustic or it can be glamping. At Oak Hill, it can honestly be either. Pitch a tent under the trees. Set up a luxury campsite with fairy lights and an espresso maker. Or just rent a cabin and skip the whole “sleeping on the ground” phase entirely.
All three versions count.
Final Ranger Advice
After years of helping people set up campsites, I’ve learned something important. Camping isn’t really about the gear. The gear just helps you get through the night. What people are actually looking for when they come to camp is something simpler. Fresh air. A little adventure. A fire at the end of the day. And a group of people you didn’t know a few hours earlier who somehow feel like friends by midnight.
Sure, remembering a headlamp helps. But the real magic of camp happens after the tents are pitched and the fire gets going.
That part? You never forget it.
High Five - this is life,
Ranger Alli
Five Lessons I Learned
Working at Twin Ponds Lodge
Episode One
4/30/2026
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1. No Crying Over Boys in the Bathhouse
October Bears Weekend. My first season. I had been crushing on a guy all summer, we’ll call him Mit. Not my usual type. Older, sober, beefy. But he started sleeping in my bed when he visited camp and I was very okay with that arrangement.
One night I spotted him walking into the lodge while I was bartending. I ran out from behind the bar, dragged him to a private playroom and said, “You have seven minutes. Make it happen.” He did. And wow.
Ninety minutes later I took a break and found him in that same playroom, with someone else. Like a junior high schooler, I had a meltdown of historic proportions, as if I had suddenly lost the love of my life.
Later that night I was crying in the boiler room explaining to the owners, “He was inside of me and then fucking someone else.” They kindly explained two things. First: I had just ruined a guest’s evening by acting insane. Second: I should probably love myself a little more than that.
Both lessons stuck.
And ever since then I’ve lived by a simple rule: There will be no crying over boys in bathhouses.2. Learn Who Holds a Secret
Everyone eventually learns that nothing stays secret at camp. But the real trick isn’t avoiding gossip. It’s understanding how it moves. Certain people tell certain people. Rumors travel through predictable social highways.
Once I realized that, I started treating it like a science experiment. Drop a piece of nonsense here. Watch it appear across camp two hours later. Track which camper carried it where. At one point I felt like C.J. Cregg from The West Wing, casually leaking nonsense just to see the headlines.
The lesson wasn’t “don’t trust people”. The lesson was, “if the rumor mill exists, you might as well learn how to steer it”.
3. Don’t Fuck With the Font
One of the most aggressive professional lessons I’ve ever received came down to… typography. I made a small change to a graphic once. Okay, maybe it was a small change that time, after several other times when I made lots of other (and often bigger) changes. But regardless, this time, all I did was bold the font.
When I presented my work to one of the owners, the more soft spoken of the two of them, I was met with, “WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCK WITH THE FONT?”
At the time I thought this was a dramatic overreaction. But truthfully, it was not. Branding lives and dies on consistency. Fonts. Colors. Layout. The tiny details people don’t consciously notice but absolutely feel. My brain loves creative chaos. But professionally, I have learned the sacred rule.
Don’t fuck with the font.
4. If You Have to Buy Your Seat at the Table, Make Sure You’re Invited to Dinner
I believe two things about community. First: if everyone isn’t at the table, we might as well all go home. Second: there’s always room at the table for one more chair. But life occasionally teaches a harder lesson.
Sometimes the table you thought you were sitting at isn’t really yours. And sometimes you find yourself making sacrifices just to keep your seat. If that ever happens, check the room carefully. Because you might discover the table has changed. The people have changed. And the meal you thought you were staying for isn’t being served at all anymore.
That realization hurts. But it also teaches you something important about your own worth.
5. If You’re Going to Yell at the Neighbors, Make Sure You Yell at the Right Ones
One Fourth of July weekend the after-party I hosted got reported for being too loud. A camper ran over to the afterparty I was attending (not the one I was hosting) to tell me someone had complained.
I was a little drunk. Possibly a little stoned. My friend “Sugah” hyped me up on the walk back. So I stormed into my campsite yelling: “WHO THE FUCK SHUT DOWN MY PARTY? IT’S 12:15 ON A HOLIDAY WEEKEND. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?” Someone yelled back, “GO TO BED.” And I absolutely lost it.
I shrieked back, “MOW YOUR DAMN LAWN.” The campground stood still. I could hear the thoughts of campers around me, “Has Alli finally snapped?”
Management showed up shortly thereafter. along with the camper who had actually made the complaint. Which is how I learned I had just screamed at the wrong people.
The next morning there were apologies all around. And a quiet reminder from management: “You were right about the party not being too loud for that time on a holiday weekend and about them needing to mow their lawn. You were wrong for screaming.”
Fair. But also, high key iconic.
The High Fivin’ Takeaway
So here they are again:
No crying over boys in bathhouses.
Learn who holds a secret.
Don’t fuck with the font.
If you buy your seat at the table, make sure you’re invited to dinner.
If you yell at the neighbors, make sure you yell at the right ones.
Camp life will humble you. Sometimes it’s funny. Sometimes it’s a little painful. Sometimes it’s both at the exact same time. But if you’re lucky, you walk away with a few good stories and a slightly better understanding of yourself.
And if you’re really lucky? You learn the lesson before you have to cry about it in a boiler room to your bosses.
High Five - this is life,
Ranger Alli