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August 6th, 2006

Sunday, August 6th, 2006 02:08 pm
We went tent-camping Friday night.

I don't think I'd ever successfully done that before. The last time I tried, I was in about 5th grade and it rained and we went home to the Girl Scout leader's house.

Anyway, it was fun, and fires and vegan smores and things are nice, but it was also really weird. Way too much sitting around by the tent and too little going for walks. (I'm glad that I woke up early and went for one by myself, although I felt rather foolish at the time, and since there wasn't really a trail it was probably pretty irresponsible of me. Oh well, I'm not dead yet and that's what matters.) Most weird of all, though, was that I have very specific associations for things like campfires and sleeping bags. Associations that were not at all supported by the experience I just had.

I mean, shouldn't sitting around a campfire include at least a little talking about things on the very edge of what you're comfortable sharing with these people? And isn't part of the joy of camping with people sleeping next to them in a way that does not involve maximizing the space between you? Apparently not, on both counts, which is confusing. I'm looking forward to seeing people who touch each other.