Campfire & Coping

I don’t need therapy. I need firewood, a flask, and to be left the hell alone in the woods. This tote is for the mom who’s one group text away from going off-grid and letting the raccoons raise her children.

Big enough to carry snacks, wine in a water bottle, and your barely-hinged sanity, this bag is your official notice: you’re done. Done with meetings, small talk, and pretending meditation works. You’re going camping — and if you come back? That’s between you and the moon.

Appx Dimensions: 15.5"x13