Someone stole our tent this weekend. I am honestly still in shock...and have a lot of 4-letter words running on repeat in my head. A bit of context to understand my angst: We camp pretty much every single weekend. We have a big camper, not fancy, just big, and it's not the kind of rig you joyride down dirt roads without a plan. So we scout first. A few days ahead, we find a spot, drop a tent to hold it, and go home to get the camper. Usually it's less than 24 hours between the tent going down...