The Guardian takes a trip to adult camp: “With adults searching for new ways to achieve work-life balance and make friends, adult camps have become a million-dollar industry. This year, weeks before kids across the nation finished off the school year, adults got first dibs on cabins and campgrounds in the hopes of reliving some of their happy childhood memories.” If I want to relive my childhood camp memories, then I’ll spend 3 weeks crying myself to sleep in a wet sleeping bag and waking up to an old guy named Irv who insists everyone has to be thoroughly checked for ticks.