Josie’s 3-month camping trip in her early twenties had been one of the riskiest things she’d done in her life. Nine countries in 90 days, all in a tent with her hunky husband, and their student mission group of 70 young people. It was her first trimester of her first pregnancy: she bought her first maternity dress in Greece, heard the baby’s heartbeat for the first time in a Baptist hospital in Thessaloniki, and was regularly overcome with nausea at the smell of oatmeal cooking on the camp stove.

Now nearly 40 years later, her still-hunky husband was recovering from COVID, and though he felt better, he had to quarantine from their daughter who was pregnant with her third child. But their raw dream land was calling, so to the tent they went again, then to the shipping container to sleep on a stored mattress, because the tent was too cold the first week of January. Were they really doing this again?