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I spent the better part of my weekend in Mossyrock camping with Edgars (and a bunch of other people who made it easy to keep to myself). Mostly I slept, contemplated my navel and waited for fish to bite. I even read half a book! And noticed this:
- The ground is hard.
- Tents, particularly roomy tents combined with big thick cushions, are AWESOME.
- The wind in trees make the perfect brown noise for sleeping.
- Reaffirmed that boats are (being on the water is) neat.
- After seeing how neurotic and uptight it caused the borrower to behave, I will probably never borrow someone elses boat.
- Fishing is kind of a pain in the ass if you’re counting on catching any fish. Also; I caught fish.
- Bugs can suck my musty unshowered mudcutter. By far the worst part of the experience. The bits are still driving me batshit.
- Camping is best suited for eating, reading, and sleeping.
- I want a big pack, a tent and a sleeping bag, so I can hole up in them whenever I want.
- The cloud formations, particularly the sunsets, don’t get any better than the Pacific Northwest.