Thoughts on camping
Camping was good for my spirit and mind and sanity. Not so good for the back, but now that I am back in my bed it's all good. Next time I will have to remember the air matress or some kind of padding. Honestly other than the somewhat shitty showers that was the only bad thing I can think of, and despite it I still got plenty of sleep and felt good every day I was there.
What a great group of people. I'm glad that every single person that came, did. I got to know some better, got to see others in new ways, but all of it good. I got to spend time with my sister as two adults, and what an interesting and wonderful thing that is.
Hanging out, minus the make-up or cool clothes, minus the inane chit-chat about work and the weather, minus the over-priced food and drinks and ambient lighting. Just dirty, plain people sharing drinks and revealing themselves for who they are. That shouldn't be a novel thing, but living in the time and place we do I feel like it is.
I know that to some people it seems shallow to put any sort of importance on things like alcohol, but the truth is there is nothing like sitting around sharing a drink and just being honest and and unpretentious. You might say that a drink isn't neccesary in that equation and you might be right (for instance, pregnant ladies getting drunk by the fire...bad idea all around), but something about it brings people together and out of their shells and I for one love everything about it. Seeing your friends at their silliest, at their most vunerable, at their craziest and feeling you can be the same, is beautiful. Of course we had lots of great non-alcohol influenced moments (such as the beach and hikes) and those were wonderful on their own.
So some thoughts and instances pop out in my mind: Sean's baklava, terry popping out of his tent like a groundhog to prohecy four more days of drinking and fun, tubing in shallow water (didn't think that could be so much fun), carla's infectious joy after the italy game, the boys macaronni and cheese and beer breakfasts, bekah and terry singing together, the Mr's Jesus comment(s), and a whole bunch more. Even though I don't have time to write out every thought and memory I can promise that every single person there made me laugh, smile and think at one point during the trip.
For those friends who did not go on the trip, I thought about a lot of you while there. I am glad to be back and have the chance to hang out with all the people I love. And if camping isn't your thing, that's all good, let's meet up at the bar, at an apartment, at del taco...doesn't really matter.
Being back in the "real-world" isn't bad at all, strangely I didn't write a thing while up there, but the day I was back two new songs got written. I've always thrived on a bit of craziness though. So I'm definitely glad to be back.
For those not there, pics of me and Frank are below, followed by links to all of the pics, which are definitely worth checking out.
First day, sitting around.
At the beautiful beach
Frank having so much fun
Little hike at los lobos
We celebrate Italy's win
yep, potato chips in the mountains
I can't remember the name of this beach but it was beautiful...and windy
sitting in the sun (the breeze was very cool)
packing up to leave, lori dances a jig
More Photos:
Sean's Mr's Jesus Photos
Bunch of Photos from Wendy
What a great group of people. I'm glad that every single person that came, did. I got to know some better, got to see others in new ways, but all of it good. I got to spend time with my sister as two adults, and what an interesting and wonderful thing that is.
Hanging out, minus the make-up or cool clothes, minus the inane chit-chat about work and the weather, minus the over-priced food and drinks and ambient lighting. Just dirty, plain people sharing drinks and revealing themselves for who they are. That shouldn't be a novel thing, but living in the time and place we do I feel like it is.
I know that to some people it seems shallow to put any sort of importance on things like alcohol, but the truth is there is nothing like sitting around sharing a drink and just being honest and and unpretentious. You might say that a drink isn't neccesary in that equation and you might be right (for instance, pregnant ladies getting drunk by the fire...bad idea all around), but something about it brings people together and out of their shells and I for one love everything about it. Seeing your friends at their silliest, at their most vunerable, at their craziest and feeling you can be the same, is beautiful. Of course we had lots of great non-alcohol influenced moments (such as the beach and hikes) and those were wonderful on their own.
So some thoughts and instances pop out in my mind: Sean's baklava, terry popping out of his tent like a groundhog to prohecy four more days of drinking and fun, tubing in shallow water (didn't think that could be so much fun), carla's infectious joy after the italy game, the boys macaronni and cheese and beer breakfasts, bekah and terry singing together, the Mr's Jesus comment(s), and a whole bunch more. Even though I don't have time to write out every thought and memory I can promise that every single person there made me laugh, smile and think at one point during the trip.
For those friends who did not go on the trip, I thought about a lot of you while there. I am glad to be back and have the chance to hang out with all the people I love. And if camping isn't your thing, that's all good, let's meet up at the bar, at an apartment, at del taco...doesn't really matter.
Being back in the "real-world" isn't bad at all, strangely I didn't write a thing while up there, but the day I was back two new songs got written. I've always thrived on a bit of craziness though. So I'm definitely glad to be back.
For those not there, pics of me and Frank are below, followed by links to all of the pics, which are definitely worth checking out.
First day, sitting around.
At the beautiful beach
Frank having so much fun
Little hike at los lobos
We celebrate Italy's win
yep, potato chips in the mountains
I can't remember the name of this beach but it was beautiful...and windy
sitting in the sun (the breeze was very cool)
packing up to leave, lori dances a jig
More Photos:
Sean's Mr's Jesus Photos
Bunch of Photos from Wendy