Aaron's car (http://i.treehugger.com/files/th_images/c-met_5.jpg) quietly roared along the seemingly endless road towards the camp that he, like many, knew little about. All his father had did was give him a spiel about how he needed to get out of the house more often; this was his way of doing things.  Great. Wonderful. Outdoors. It'll be fine, he tells himself, though, as he takes a sip from a can of some kind of energy drink. He was nearly there now, and he wouldn't be here for too long.<br/><br/>In the back seat, like many others, he'd pack essentials. Clothes, towels, camping bag, tent, other camping supplies...and unlike everybody else, he's dragging along a rather large laptop and a solar charger for it. Their might not be any internet out here in the middle of nowhere, but at least he could play a game every now and again, or work on one of his projects, he figured.<br/><br/>His GPS chimes out some directions in a dull, flat, monotone; informing him that he is now 0.1 miles away from the end of his destination. The other people at the camp, at this point, can probably see the cherry red car coming, or, at least, hear it.<br/><br/>He ends up parking a bit away from the Jeep; about ten feet away. He shut his car off, took the keys out of the ignition and opened the door. He stepped out, shut the door, and click a button on a tiny, plastic device on his keychain; the doors locked. Hooray for technology induced laziness.<br/><br/>He then cast his glance towards the woman that was by the Jeep, and then, over towards the man that was here.<em>Uhh...uhh...people. Gotta say something... </em>Aaron, unfortunately, was a very shy and nervous young man. "Uh...hi, Fellow campers?" Oh god, that was horrible. His words absolutely reek of awkwardness.