The second stage of grief is bargaining. As in, «Dear Universe, I will never consume coffee again if you make this ulcer go away and give me booze back.» I wasn’t quite on my knees, thrusting clamped hands skyward, but there were some mild gesticulations before I asked the proprietor for a small bottle of Baileys. No camping trip is worth a damn without some hot cocoa with Baileys, and Stevenson is the gateway city to the Gifford Pinchot National Forest and its many lovely campgrounds. This small liquor store has a good selection, friendly staff, and was open before noon on a Saturday — which is more than can be said for many of the businesses in Stevenson.