Days of stoned ponies and bacon and riding my mountain bike to work

People from the internet probably think the way I spent my whole summer is eating bacon, smoking weed and floating on an a truck tube on the East Canada Creek.

I wish life was that simple but it really ain’t. Still it’s kind of fun at age 42 to be riding my mountain bike to work several days a week and spend my weekends in the wilderness enjoying marijuana, onions fried in bacon grease and beer.

Honestly, some day I do want to settle down. But not the plastic life of vinyl siding, SUVs, asphalt driveway and mowed lawn on a subrurban lot of 3 acres. if I can’t have that off-grid cabin on acreage in wilderness right now, at least want some time to escape and pretend I’m away from it all with my bright flags up at camp.

I do wish there was an alternative life to the high-consumption, suburban life with weekly garbage service and high speed internet and a television in every room. The same old kitchens found in every suburban house, full of appliances and enormous television in every room.

The wilderness, while not perfect, gives me a chance to at least feel a little bit of what a tomorrow will bring, as does the drives up in country past the run-down old farms and houses. I like this world as it’s so real compared to the suburbs that seem so fake, so isolated form the real world in palaces of plastic and garbage financed by the 30-year mortage