Let's start with the highpoints of my weekend. 

I got new shampoo, pomagranet face scrub, and cocktail napkins. 
We went to an improv show in Bar Harbor- They made Cait's "Night of the Sheep" into an oscar-nominated film.  Lizzie danced onstaged and called me quirky.  Dad's suggestion of "Gothic Smut" was used in the literary segment. 
My 2 holes-in-one mini golfing with Dad and Cait. 
Kayaking.
Text-messages from Miles.
The Starbucks in  Freeport.

Now...

Clear your mind. 

Think for a moment about every anti-camping cliche there is.  The soggy ground.  Rocks and roots.  Mosquitoes. Raining through the tent.  Animals ravaging your campsite.  Cold breakfasts.  Smoke. Nighttime rustlings.  Crazy men in flannel and hiking boots.

Picture them clearly in your mind.

Is there any confusion as to why I am not the camping kind of girl?

I will fully support other peoples' decision to seek the wilderness and live with nature, but I am not a woodsy person. Let's get this straight.  I am never going camping again. 

 



ash @ 9:26 PM