Mine is eating pineapple, making a dress out of a garbage bag, and rolling around in the early morning dew. I think we're both very odd...in an amazing way.
You'll love backpacking. But actually check to see what your sleeping bag is rated. I trusted my father and was fucking freezing in the Cascades. And good luck finding some place to practice climbing mountains...
This seems really ambiguous now that I think about it, so, to clarify: the backpacking journey I mention is a vague, sometime-in-the-future but nonetheless inevitable event
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