pitter patter plus
I love living outside. I really and most truly do. I sleep sound as hell, my cycles line up to the moon, I feel the dirt between my toes everyday, and no ones cares if I smell a little (or a lot). I just wish I was stoned instead of caffeinated watching the rain come down in ridiculously massive amounts while hearing from friends calling friends that there was hail in Camp Paradise. I mostly trust my tent and the tarp. It is my car getting through into the camp that I am worried about now.