Friday, it’s good to be away from it all

Not expecting the most beautiful weekend ever but I’m happy to be back in the wilderness after so long home. It’s been mild, not much wind and damp so the fire risk is low.

It rained part of the way north, just showers but still enough for the windshield wipers. It would be the start of a rainy weekend, still I was desperate to get away. There was just so much to burn and I was just desperate to get away for a while. Every other weekend was either icy, rainy or windy with a high fire risk. Regardless I kept the fire relatively small.

I was driving on up to camp and I passed an old pickup full of framing lumber, you know probably soon to be used to build a hunting cabin or maybe a small retreat somewhere up in the wilderness. Some day these trips won’t just be trips but a way of life. A life based on reality rather than escape.

Had a nice fire last night watched all those burnables become carbon dioxide as I kicked off the summer camping season giggling and getting high. It was fun watching those wrappers melt and shrink. Got listening to Malcom Gladwell’s Revenge of the Tipping Point.