I'm finding that I am spending some of my new year the same way I spent 2013; wandering around the big box athletic/sports stores. There seems to be an endless supply of Under Armour base layer or Nike Dry-Fit gear that I NEED to buy. Daddy needs new Asics Gel-Nimbus.
It was during one of these trips recently that I stumbled upon a great deal. 50% off a new Coleman tent. Not since the camping disaster of '07 where a river began to flow through my old tent, have I had the desire to own a dome of nylon and fiberglass. As I glazed upon the happy sport lesbians on the bag, so conTENT to sit around in fleece, drinking hot chocolate from tin cups, and sharing their womanly feelings as they soak-up the Great Outdoors, I realized that I needed to return to the wilderness. Steve of the Forest!
So I bought a tent in January. It won't be long before I load up and move out to the Rocky Mountains that mock me with their beauty every day on my commute to work. Now I say "look out mountains! I going to come sleep inside you!"
at least you're saying it to mountains now. but you can't talk about your feelings until someone hands you the talking stick. It's a rule.
ReplyDeleteI guess this means you will be sleeping in future tents.
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