After all the fun, we set up camp. Jake went back to get his sweatshirt out of the car and broke the key off in the trunk. There is a spare key, but it was 2+ hours away. Jake, the man I am going to marry, managed to use a pair of scissors off a pocket knife to get the key remnant out. He then managed to get the car started. Very impressive.
I'm off to my cousin's wedding this weekend. I'll return with pictures!