But . . .
it was weather to which neither of us could say no.
So in a big flurry we threw stuff together and drove out to Fort Pickens. That's the nice thing about car camping. It doesn't matter if it fits inside your backpack. It doesn't matter if it's heavy. If you can fit it in the car, it's coming with you. So, yes to cast iron skillets and pillows and ice chests.
It was frustrating at first because, not planning ahead and making site reservations, we were surrounded by big RV's and no tree shade. But Ryan threw our tent up and I slept through the sweaty afternoon.