Another friend* has invited me to join him in a backcountry camping trip into Utah, and that felt like a spark of inspiration. I've been ignoring an itch to camp again; it's just hard to remember how to be after a while off the road. While telling a friend (for example) that I needed to remember things like "take a toothbrush," I remembered that I hadn't packed a toothbrush. I had, however, packed a poop bucket and a toilet seat.
*He says we're not friends. Whatever, dude.
**His blog is mildly adult.***Whatever, dude.
***Those pictures are not me! Dude!
Let me show you a picture of not-Utah:
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| He was right outside my door, and didn't even care that I was home. DO NOT TELL ME WHAT THIS IS. |
10 comments:
Go duck Go!
GOING!
Come visit me at Bryce Canyon.
I'd love to see you again, Gaelyn - I hope that works out.
On the road again!!! I can hear the music, can you?
He's not anything bad, just a little squirrel. I remember taking photos of those guys at Blue Water Lake. I left The Palms on the side of the house from August to April. I'd go out and check the battery water, generator oil, etc., move her forward a bit, then back into a slightly different footprint every month, check to make sure no critters were in there. When I got her out to show her and sell her, nothing came naturally. AFTER OVER SEVEN YEARS OF LIVING IN HER AND DRIVING HER ALL THAT TIME, AT LEAST EVERY TWO WEEKS. So weird. I can completely understand forgetting my toothbrush!
Barb, I'm reassured that you didn't find it automatic - thanks for saying so.
Contessa, I hear the guitars firing up now!
Spud Away!
Looking forward to seeing your adventures with your not-really-friend-mildly-adult traveling companion.
Bill, Spud is thrilled to be rolling!
Hahaha Jodee! Describes the guy perfectly.
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