Went to the woods up north for a while...laying lazily swaying in a hammock, listening to the deafening quiet. I met a cool park ranger who shared with me the nicest hash I've ever had (although not my fave usually) and I went into town one night to see his band play where I drank for the first time in three years. Got fucking PISSED quickly and got the fuck outtas there and made way back to the national park, through twisty dark roads and white knuckling the wheel untill I reached my site where I fell in a heap into my tent, shoes on and all snored soundly...first deep sleep I've had in ages. I still woke at six AM like usual and made a greasy breakfast over a smoky fire and spent the rest of that day swaying in the trees.
grumpyoldbastard:
A GREASY BREAKFAST IS GOOD IN THE WOODS AT 6 AM. THEN I USUALLY GO FISHING WITH MY FISHING NET FILLED WITH A 6 PACK FULL OF AMSTEL LIGHT KEEPING COOL BECAUSE I AM ONE OF THOSE PEOPLE WHO CAN NEVER CATCH A THING AND DO NOT CARE 