pine needles and campfires
well.
you said i would die in amsterdam.
i didn't.
you said i would die in the boundary waters.
i didn't.
so, you should really get your shit straight.
well, the trip was fantastic. minus me ramming another honda with my honda because i was too busy making faces at the people riding in john's car [karma]. no damage so we pushed onward. i'm not really sure how we fit all of the stuff into the two cars but we did. and we also managed to fit two canoes on the roof of my car. too hot for tv, i know.
we picked up a dandy hatchet at the gas station, despite the threats from the girls.
we would go off to cut wood, and upon returning the girls would question the "hatchet-like" sounds they heard, but we insisted that was just us kicking stuff. but kat was sneaky and busted ryan and john talking about it while in she was in her tent. canoeing was a good time with mei, except my albino thighs got fried. then throughout the trip i managed to fall a whole lot and pick up various cuts and bruises. no wild animal encounters. but my tarp hanging/wood cutting/canoeing abilities surpassed what i had expected. also, my red beard is out of control and i think it is starting to control my mind.
we cut the trip short because the weather was cold and rainy and everyone was soaked and without dry articles and very tired, but i am still very happy with the whole thing. the girls did an amazing job planning everything [including the fine cuisine], michaela is some sort of wilderness culinary genius [quesadillas were delicious...maybe that's why i had like 4].
i noticed my lymph node was gigantic on the drive home so i went to boynton today and that was useless..."come back in 6 weeks if it's the same or worse". gooooood.
i didn't manage to do a single thing i wanted to today: climb, ride my bike, go for a run, do my laundry, go grocery shopping.
instead: walked to boynton [twice], played phone tag with my ma, dropped my bike off and soon i go to work [orgasmic].
alright well ah...i'm going to try and figure out what the hell is going on next weekend.
ciao.
you said i would die in amsterdam.
i didn't.
you said i would die in the boundary waters.
i didn't.
so, you should really get your shit straight.
well, the trip was fantastic. minus me ramming another honda with my honda because i was too busy making faces at the people riding in john's car [karma]. no damage so we pushed onward. i'm not really sure how we fit all of the stuff into the two cars but we did. and we also managed to fit two canoes on the roof of my car. too hot for tv, i know.
we picked up a dandy hatchet at the gas station, despite the threats from the girls.
we would go off to cut wood, and upon returning the girls would question the "hatchet-like" sounds they heard, but we insisted that was just us kicking stuff. but kat was sneaky and busted ryan and john talking about it while in she was in her tent. canoeing was a good time with mei, except my albino thighs got fried. then throughout the trip i managed to fall a whole lot and pick up various cuts and bruises. no wild animal encounters. but my tarp hanging/wood cutting/canoeing abilities surpassed what i had expected. also, my red beard is out of control and i think it is starting to control my mind.
we cut the trip short because the weather was cold and rainy and everyone was soaked and without dry articles and very tired, but i am still very happy with the whole thing. the girls did an amazing job planning everything [including the fine cuisine], michaela is some sort of wilderness culinary genius [quesadillas were delicious...maybe that's why i had like 4].
i noticed my lymph node was gigantic on the drive home so i went to boynton today and that was useless..."come back in 6 weeks if it's the same or worse". gooooood.
i didn't manage to do a single thing i wanted to today: climb, ride my bike, go for a run, do my laundry, go grocery shopping.
instead: walked to boynton [twice], played phone tag with my ma, dropped my bike off and soon i go to work [orgasmic].
alright well ah...i'm going to try and figure out what the hell is going on next weekend.
ciao.