Camp follower: in which the boys and girls in those pre-gender fluid days go down to the woods around Russian River and get quite a few big surprises. It seems a little less tittersome in these days of worrying about trans safe spaces and TERFs to be sniggering at Wimminwood with its radical feminist performance poets and Herspanic pottery classes, especially as the privileged frat boys and Reaganites upstream at the elite Bohemian Grove get a bit of a knowing wink. Gender politics aside, there are a few tender moments and a lot of loose ends, and if this is a bit of a mark time episode in what was otherwise the meteoric trajectory of the Tales soap opera, it’s perhaps understandable and certainly forgivable.