Go Fish

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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:

Camping for a few days has taught or reaffirmed for me the following:

  • 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.