The official, unwritten laws.

If you say “I know a shortcut,” you now own the navigation, the consequences, and the apology.

The first person stuck gets help. The second person gets help and a nickname.

A full tank is a love language. A nearly empty tank is a group project.

Never photograph a buddy’s failure before checking that the buddy is upright, unhurt, and ready to be photographed.

The campfire chair with the best view goes to whoever brought the dry wood.

Every cooler has a social contract. Label nothing and trust nobody.

If the map disagrees with the old guy at the counter, ask one more question and then bring both answers.

A trail story improves with retelling, but the photo remains the final authority.

The Wheel of Death is optional. The teasing about declining it is traditional.

Leave the woods better than you found them and the group chat funnier than you joined it.