After mustering up at the abode of our good pal, Miller-Dofflemyer, we set forth from his homestead. With our trusty mounts hauling our wagons, we aimed our course towards Camp Defiance. In no time, we reached our destination. Scanning the terrain, we spied a suitable spot to pitch camp. Utilizing the lay of the land to our advantage, we commenced unpacking our supplies. Under the cloak of the heavens, our wagons were emptied, and we commenced constructing a drawbridge to fortify our camp. Dividing into smaller bands, we patrolled the area to safeguard our troop. After securing a strategic entry point to setup our draw-bridge, we roped off the perimeter for added protection against the wild critters. With our perimeter established, we fashioned a towering flagpole from naught but timber and rope, a tribute to those who trod these lands before us. Come the dawn, we emerged from our tents, each patrol rustling up breakfast in anticipation of the day's adventures W