Death might not look super cool, but I bet he feels way better when he gets out of that class. Don’t tell anyone but I take all sorts of classes at my gym that have me looking pretty silly. The truth is it’s kind of fun and really has helped me decompress a bit.
I promised to let you know how the camping adventure was so here goes. It was itchy. There were lots of bitey bugs that put a damper on any surroundings no matter how pretty. I enjoyed the hydrobikes on the river and a fire is always cool but I’m definitely no longer hurtin’ for some yurtin’. One night was enough.
Here’s the ‘yurt’ where we slept:
Jim and I got the platform bed because we’re in love and stuff and everyone else slept on the floor around us. All through the night that bed was shaking and not for the sexy reason you think. It felt like someone was kicking the bed but no one was anywhere near it. I’m sure there is a scientific reason that has to do with the bed being secured to a structure that is basically on stilts, but I don’t know what it is. All I know is the yurt felt solid but the bed itself would shake violently every 5 or 10 minutes. This, along with intensely itchy bites made sleeping difficult. It sort of spooked me out. To add to the atmosphere it rained heavily and some sort of animal (i think) was plucking at a locked metal door over and over and over. You’d think the storm would have kept the raccoons away, but i guess not.
This little guy braved the storm and settled inside a tiny pool of wine at the bottom of a glass. I found him as I was cleaning up in the morning and thought he had absorbed enough Pinot Noir so I sent him on his way. He just sat there and stared at me. I think I may have heard him curse me under his breath but I was sleep deprived so I could have been hallucinating.
The good news is my friends have ticks and I don’t. Oh, maybe that’s bad news. Whatevs!
See you next week!