Right then. So I'm off to central California tonight, tomorrow I wisk away to Wishone Campground in the Sequoias, yay! I'm not a good camper. Something dreadful usually happens. In the past it's been food poisoning, animal bites, horrific sunburn, near-skull fracture, flu and pinkeye. Anyone care to take a guess at what the score's gonna be this year? What the hell is going to befall me this time?
I don't know why I'm not good at camping. I love nature. I just seem to be better off observing it from a safe, air-conditioned distance.
Perhaps the curse will be lifted this time. You'd think after many a miserable experience camping I'd just say forget it and find other activities. Fuck it, no one can say I don't try.
I have my own tent, a pink sleeping bag, an airbed, a stupidly cute cooler full of frozen Capri Suns and Jack Daniels. Sunscreem, bug spray, a sketchbook, Ken Kesey's Jail Journal and incense. Pillows, extra blankies...ha! what a girlie pile of crap:
I don't know why I'm not good at camping. I love nature. I just seem to be better off observing it from a safe, air-conditioned distance.
Perhaps the curse will be lifted this time. You'd think after many a miserable experience camping I'd just say forget it and find other activities. Fuck it, no one can say I don't try.
I have my own tent, a pink sleeping bag, an airbed, a stupidly cute cooler full of frozen Capri Suns and Jack Daniels. Sunscreem, bug spray, a sketchbook, Ken Kesey's Jail Journal and incense. Pillows, extra blankies...ha! what a girlie pile of crap:
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lucky!