Friday, July 29, 2005

I’m beat, dear reader. Part of me enjoys nature, at least to the extent where interaction involves walking on a pleasant day, while the other part looks at outdoorsy life and yawns. Yes, there’s a charm to being an Eagle Scout and knowing how to clot a flesh wound with granola and twigs, but that’s just not me.

I went to a bonfire on a beach tonight, and on the whole it was fun. Sitting by the lake just never gets old, you know? And then the bugs came. Hair smelled all smoky. As I reached for a stick to roast some marshmallows, it occurred to me the makeshift utensil had been sitting in the dirt for heaven knows how long. Eons, possibly.

This was the perfect cue to leave, make myself scarce, and define the limits of my congress with Mother Nature. Watch out for bears this weekend, yeah?