I was not happy to find this pile of garbage mixed in with the ashes from a fire that somebody had built down at Horseshoe Lake. I got on my gloves, picked up the litter, tossed it in my trash bucket and it got burnt with the rest of camp trash the next day. I wish people weren't such litter bugs.
Taken on Monday June 22, 2020 at Horseshoe Lake.
I’ve given up or at least put aside my bicycle rebuilding project for now. I want to get back on the road sooner than later but I also don’t want to spend $800 on a new bike that gets stolen two weeks later or is shinny plastic chrome plated garbage that falls apart by the end of the summer from just ordinary use.
I did the buy a new brand name Gary Fisher bicycle “it will be great thing fit so comfortable has a great suspension” 20 years ago from Downtube and it turned out to be a complete lemon and a disaster. I don’t want to do that again. They insisted the new bicycles aren’t such crap but I don’t believe them.
There was a time in my thirties when the first thing I would do when finally arriving at camp was to crack open a beer. Often followed by a greasy sausage, sliced cheese and cookies. But those days are over but I still often pine for them as carrots and even fresh blueberries, strawberries, and bananas aren’t the same.
I will have an occasional beer while camping but no longer is it a 36 rack over a three day weekend. I don’t drink more then 2 beers a day, many times less. Maybe one with lunch and one by the fire but none of this be drunk and merry for all of camping, legitimizing it by saying camping’s a physical activity and calories don’t count in the wilderness.
Mostly by the second day I’m okay with the change. I like the healthier meals that maintain a constant blood sugar levels and rich in protein keep me going for a good portion of the day. I don’t miss the hang overs or feeling bloated and sick from eating so much crap. I have more energy, the hills seem shorter and easier to climb.
