Answering the call of the wild to escape the urban jungle

For a couple of weeks every summer, I "go feral". I "become a Sasquatch". I literally answer the call of the wild.

That is, I hop on a plane from Beijing to escape into northern Michigan's woods, where my family and I camp in a treehouse without electricity, running water and - importantly - internet.

Every bath is in a lake. Every meal is cooked over a campfire. And birdcalls replace the chirps of mobile-phone notifications.