County roads through the Wisconsin Driftless Area are windy and make me nauseous.
Our campsite was isolated and overlooked a lake. Raccoons visited nightly and each time I was terrifically torn between the emotional desire to snorggle their cuteness and the knowledge that Wild Animals Are Not For Petting And Probably Have Rabies. (Raccoons are less scary than Possums.)
I couldn't find the sunscreen the first day, despite knowing that I'd packed it. My burn will fade to a tan, and that pleases me. When I think of myself in my mind-mirror, I am tan, and I like it. It's good when the mirror me and the me-mirror match. My shoulders feel a bit leathery and every time I get a new freckle-mole, I think thoughts about skin cancer. Much aloe vera is in order. Next time I'll pack my straw hat.
If it were not so cliche and hyperbolic, I'd say I have a sore gut muscle from laughing so hard. Instead I'll say the truth, which is that I laughed a lot, but that my sore gut muscle is probably from eating so much delicious food cooked over a fire.
I know I'm the overly emotive, touchy-feely one of the bunch, so please don't laugh when I say that I wish we had ended the long weekend with a group hug. I will try to convince myself that our round of beers at the Grumpy Troll was an equivalent in the parlance of the collective.
My apartment still seems oddly eerie and foreign. What is this thing called a ceiling, and why do I hear exhaust fans and not birdsong? My bed, however, is divine.
My coffee this morning was acrid and strong. I tempered it with cream leftover from the adventure. I'll probably cry a little when that bottle is empty.
Let's go camping again, and soon!
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You're right that a round of beers is as close to a group hug as we'll ever get, which means that our number of group hugs over the years is large!
ReplyDeleteCamping again: yes. I got your email. I love the looks of Peninsula State Park. Five campgrounds to choose from! By mid-June I will want another break from real life.
Ah, your words make me so sad to have missed it. That's the sort of soul nourishing adventure that I could really use right now, although 3 days ago I wouldn't have been ready for such nourishment.
ReplyDeleteEarly June, Blythe! I'll be gone mid-June to a conference. Boo conference. Yay camping.
I think that one of the hardest things when Jamie and I split will be satiating my needy touchy-feely side. I'm with you there.
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