Monday, June 29, 2009
Camping with An Inch of Gray (Or, Why Get Your Roots Done When You Can't Even Wash Your Hair?)
Just back from our annual camping trip in WV. Here are my impressions of some of what transpired:
Buying, staging, packing, transporting, unloading, using, re-packing, transporting and cleaning 2 carloads of stuff for a trip lasting less than 48 hours: Sanity-questioning.
Breaking out in boils from the medicine I was taking for Road Rash: Painful.
Waking up surrounded by mountains, and seeing eagles overhead: Awe-inspiring.
Spending time with my brother, sister, cousins and friends: Validating and uplifting.
Tubing down a river in a raft with my slightly nervous sister: Empowering and Memory Making.
Being confident enough to sit at a picnic table reading books while everyone else was drinking copious amounts of beer and chewing tobacco: I am who I am-ing.
Indulging in the deep fried delicacies of Fry Fest (this year’s items: onion rings, chimichangas, wings, nuggets, French fries, fish, jalapeño hush puppies, and Twinkies): Delicious and Artery-clogging.
Using latrines and having no running water except for the river: Fine. Really.
Having the honor of dislodging a tick embedded in my sister’s bare butt: Pee in my pants funny.
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