I once had a dream that I would spend my summer traveling the country. I would see great sights, explore, hike and then settle in at night in my tent or my covered wagon (yup, I stayed in one of those) and I would connect to a perfect and strong wifi signal and I would tell you all about the wonder of this great country.
Mother Nature, as it turns out, is not so into the wifi and connection. Hippie. She’s more of the Pull up a chair next to this fire and enjoy the fireflies I have released for you and no, you may not also Instagram them. You’re just going to have to be in the moment. Enjoy them! Listen to the sound of the wind in the trees or the waves crashing along the coast. And yes, that creepy sound you hear is probably one of my pesky little raccoons waiting to manhandle all of your things and possibly try to crawl into bed with you tonight. Ah, aren’t my creations GLORIOUS! And Mother Nature spreads her arms wide and spins and I wonder if she’s dipped into some peyote maybe a little bit. No, Mother Nature just loves her work and she wants everyone to sit and be and admire it. Love it.
Which is why I have not been blogging.
It is the rare day I can find wifi and it seems that Mother Nature keeps her best projects in those white regions of the cell coverage maps. She shrugs her shoulders. Oops! She winks. She’s not sorry.
I’m not really sorry either. I’d hoped to keep a timely chronicle so you could follow along with my adventures. Instead, I have been forced to disconnect and pull up that chair by the fire, watch the fireflies, listen to the waves or the mountain breeze. And sorry raccoons, but I knew you were coming and totally put away everything you could manhandle. Boom! Although that shit you left just outside my tent exactly where my head is was a nice touch. Touche.
Besides the snippets I have shared on social media, the bigger stories will have to wait, but they will come. I have trails to hike, sunsets to watch, naps to take in my hammock. I would tell you more, but today’s wifi connection is predominantly being spent figuring out how to get health insurance this fall. DAMN YOU, OBAMA! I THOUGHT YOU WERE MAKING THIS EASIER!!! I will not cry in this coffeeshop. I will not cry in this coffeeshop. Or I will just put it off for another day, go back to my campsite, take a hike along the Appalachian Trail, maybe ask Mother Nature about where she gets her peyote. I kid. The drug portion of my adventures happened back in California. 😉