My Swift Descent into Hippie-dom.

31 May
Camp Fire

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Happy Lollipop Tuesday, Ladies and Gentlemen.

I’m almost embarrassed to admit that this week’s adventure was camping.  Almost.   Let’s face it: at this point in the game, it’s obvious that I’m a sheltered, awkward hermit who hasn’t experienced life. In fact, that’s kind of the whole deal behind this blog’s existence.   And though I was certain that I’d been camping at some point in my lifetime based solely on the fact that I was bred out of the armpit of America, I suddenly realized that all my experiences with tents were in the backyards of my neighbors’ houses.

There was an inkling of camp-age when I went to Ocean City, Maryland for my birthday a few years ago.   But a brief stint of rumination recalls a hot tub and hotel that were right beside the “camping ground” and we frequented them often.   Then there was the year I was a camp counselor and theater teacher for a children’s performing arts camp in Michigan (I don’t want to talk about it), but those were pretty darn nice cabins and my food came from a mess hall.

So this past weekend, I traveled into the heart of West Virginia to a state park camping ground to eat food cooked on a fire, sleep on a tent floor, and abstain from showers.

And I gotta tell ya – I’m a fan.

I’m in love with food cooked on a fire.   I’m pretty sure it can make anything palatable, if not incredibly delicious.  Vegetables, scrambled eggs, potatoes, babies  – anything.  Delicious.

I’m not such a fan of the dewy, awkward, blanket of moistness that accumulates on me while I sleep.  I’m not really down with the 4 times I wake up in the middle of the night to adjust the blanket for salvation from sweltering heat or freezing cold.  And I guess when I think about it, it would be pretty nice to just have a regular shower that isn’t in a shared half-doored bathhouse a quarter-mile away  filled with loud, adolescent girls.  But hey, I really didn’t mind all that much either.

I kind of like just being out in the wilderness and staring at a fire.  I like that my biggest concern is when the next log will need put on the fire, and I have an excuse to avoid every call, email, or text that could possibly come my way.

Maybe I don’t like camping – I just like being left alone.

Yeah, that’s it.  I like being left alone.  I don’t care if I have to strip myself of grocery stores, consistent, running water, and a mattress to do so; I am totally into this off-the-radar gig. And since I’ve recently been entertaining the notion of hiking the Appalachian Trail, I fear all the evidence amounts to me abandoning real life in trade for a life amongst the trees.  I think right now my level of comfort is somewhere between ‘camping’ and ‘hippie commune’. 

Ugh, I just admitted that I’m entertaining the notion of joining a hippie commune.  

Things have quickly gone downhill. 



6 Responses to “My Swift Descent into Hippie-dom.”

  1. bridgesburning May 31, 2011 at 11:05 am #

    Well I am camp..I’ll luxuriate preferably with room service..!


    • Jackie May 31, 2011 at 9:33 pm #

      🙂 I don’t blame you. In fact, I might hook myself up with some of that here soon…


  2. Jules May 31, 2011 at 1:19 pm #

    Well… at least I know who to stay away from when the apocalypse hits. Baby eater! Leave them babies alone.


    • Jackie May 31, 2011 at 9:32 pm #

      listen. When the Apocalypse hits, everyone will be eating everything. Babies will just be the most tender choice.


  3. Neeka August 18, 2011 at 10:32 pm #

    I love camping, and I have easy access to it, living in Virginia and all…sounds like you’ve had a good Lollipop Tuesday! You know, except for the whole hippie commune thing……..


    • Jackie August 20, 2011 at 10:22 am #

      I’m actually kind of aspiring to join a hippie commune 😛 I loved the camping Lollipop Tuesday. It was great!


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