"Who even goes on weekdays...?" I muttered one day, when my wife handed me a notice about a neighborhood camping trip. I told her I couldn't go due to work, but concerned about what others in the neighborhood association and women's group might think, she insisted on attending anyway. Thinking she'd be safe with a large group, I sent her off. That night, I received an email from her saying only four people had signed up. With poor cell reception and deep in the mountains for a two-night, three-day trip, turning back wasn't easy. To make matters worse, she heard from another neighbor that it was actually an "unofficial event"—one with a hidden agenda.