I “heart” Hilary Duff. There I said it. I own it. I cannot be given crap about it anymore.
Yes I bought Hilary Duff’s new CD “Most Wanted” on the day it was released. Granted, I bought it for one song, but I bought it nonetheless. And I have actually grown to like a few of the songs.
I went to Media Play and headed to the “D” section and found that I had two options. The regular CD or the special limited edition with bonus songs and collector cards. I decided on the limited edition. Crazy, I know. I carried the CD with the cover facing my palm, hiding the fact that it was a Hilary Duff CD. I got up to the counter and I put it down, face down. The cashier looked at the CD, looked at me and looked back at the CD. She finally squinted her eye and said “Hilary Duff. You are buying a Hilary Duff CD?” I looked at her and panicked. I immediately felt like an old pervert. How did I become that weird guy that everyone always whispered about? UGH! So I looked at her and said “Yeah, it’s not for me. It’s for my niece.” She looked at me, suspiciously, and said “oh how old is she?” I played it cool. I said “8 years old”. Now I have no idea if an eight year old kid is into music or not…but I committed to it. The cashier said, in a tone of suspicion, “and she wants the collector’s edition?” I then said “oh yeah, she’s totally into the whole Hilary Duff and Lindsay Lohan thing. Big time. I personally don’t get it…but whatever”. Playing it cool. The cashier just looked at me and then finally said “you want a bag?” Yes, I want a bag. A brown, unmarked bag for my dirty purchase. Ugh. I don’t know if she bought it or not…but it wasn’t a total lie. I do have a niece. She isn’t 8 years old though. She is 18 months. And she does like music…she just has no clue who Hilary or Lindsay are. Sometimes a bunch of half truths can add up and make a whole truth. Right?
So I love the song “Wake Up”. I have no idea why. I just do. I wish I had a good excuse why, but I don’t. Sometimes I don’t understand myself. It is like I have an alien in my brain. I just chalk it up to being a creative genius and a man ahead of my time. It helps me sleep at night, if I believe I am on the genius side of the line rather than the lunatic side.
I was listening to the song in my car the other week. Driving through town I had the windows down because it was a nice day and the radio was cranked up. Not fully realizing, while waiting at a red light, that I was belting out these choice lyrics in all my terrible off-key glory….
Give me a dance floor
Give me a DJ
Play me a record
Forget what they say
Cause I need to go
Need to getaway tonight
I put my makeup on a Saturday night
I try to make it happen
Try to make it all right
I know I make mistakes
I'm living life day to day
It's never really easy but it's ok
I wasn’t paying attention to what I was singing…honestly I was just singing. I would not knowingly sing "I put my makeup on a Saturday night". Really I wouldn't. I do have to draw a line somewhere. Anyways, I then looked over and there are three rough looking rednecks in a pickup truck staring at me. Thank God I was making a left turn and they were turning right. Whew! Close call. I don’t think they fully appreciated the musical genius that Hilary is.
Now I only sing along if I have the windows up and doors locked. Safety first when it comes to Ms. Duff. And most importantly, I just hum along to the "makeup on a Saturday night" line. It's just not worth running the risk of a serious ass-kicking. Trust me.
Wake up, wake up
On a Saturday night
Could be New York
Maybe Hollywood and Vine
London, Paris maybe Tokyo
There's something going on anywhere I go
Tonight
Tonight
Yeah, tonight
The city's restless
It's all around me
People in motion
Sick of all the same routines
And they need to go
They need to get away
Tonight
Saturday, October 08, 2005
Thursday, October 06, 2005
i made it through the wilderness…
Well, I survived. I survived the wilderness. I need a badge of a pine tree, an acorn or a campfire or something “woodsy” that I can proudly wear. Oh yes…I am a survivor.
So the adventure began with a bang as I pulled into Tyler’s driveway as 5 AM sharp. 5 AM! I have not been up that early in years, but I did it. I was up and ready to go! We quickly packed my stuff into his vehicle and we were off and running….well….sorta. We had to stop and get gas. Mission accomplished. The tank is full. Now we are off and running…again, not really….we had to stop at Coborns to get groceries. Tyler made a menu for the trip. Yes, an actual menu. Now, I would have been fine with a box of fruit loops and a snicker bar, but no…we had each and every meal planned including beverages and snacks. Now I have known Tyler for about 14 years or so, but I had no idea he was this anal-retentive. When he emailed me a copy of the menu a few days before the trip and it was a word document with a fancy font, I should have figured something was strangely off. Walking into Coborns at 5:30 AM I run into Gary Block and his wife, Laura. Now Gary used to be the host of the local radio talk show, Partyline. After giving me much grief for actually agreeing to go on this trip he wished me luck and told me to say a prayer…to say many prayers.
Now we are off and running…for real. It is now 7 AM, we are 2 hours behind schedule. Not really off with a bang anymore, more like a muffled snap.
DAY 1
Once in Ely we stopped at the Wolf Center to get some information about the area. We met Irene, one of the workers. Now, Irene is quite possibly the cutest grandma type person in the world. She must have been close to 70 years old and had this crazy accent that was a cross between Marge from the movie “Fargo” and some crazed Canadian. I looked at Irene and asked her if there had been any bear attacks lately. I was dead serious. She laughed it off and said that there had been none. Then she grabbed a “bear sighting” sheet of some sort and said that “there was a curious bear that came into the campground and looked around and left”. Then she grew much more serious and let out a “oh no”. “Oh no”…now that is never good when talking about bear attacks. She then said that “there was an aggressive bear that sat on a canoe, tore the tarp and….*deep breath*….mauled a cooler”. Mauled a cooler. Humm. Not what I wanted to hear. I looked at Tyler and Bob and thought about bolting…but I stayed. No risk no glory. I then asked Irene what I should do if I see a bear. I asked her if I scream as loud as I can and run away with arms flailing. She said no. She said I “should try to get up on something and put my arms above my head and try to look real big”. Hummm….I can honestly say that there is no way on God’s green Earth that I could actually remain calm enough to do that. I told Tyler that he just better get used to the fact that if I see a bear that he will find himself being flung into the bear’s path as I go running in the opposite direction. In my world, a hungry bear could dissolve the bond of friendship and loyalty in under 2 seconds. Sad but true. I wouldn’t throw Bob though. Bob is always nice to me, unlike Tyler.
Once at the cabin we decided to go for a quick canoe trip. I have never been a in a canoe before. A person my size does not ride in a canoe. People my size sink canoes. It is kind of like putting a watermelon on a soup can and putting it in the water and hoping it floats. Just doesn’t work. But, in the spirit of adventure I agreed. I sat in the middle, Tyler sat in the front and Bob sat in the back. Things were going along well….I had Bob’s video camera in one hand and the other hand was clamped onto the canoe handle in the world’s tightest death grip. Just as things were cruising along and I was beginning to feel comfortable, we hit a rock. We hit a huge rock under the water. I felt like I was in the movie “Titanic”, but only they had better chances of surviving. There also just happened to be one other person on this whole lake in a canoe a little ways off who witnessed this whole tragic ordeal. As we were trying to figure out how to get off this rock. The man in the other canoe yells out “You got a lot of weight in the middle”. No lie. I could not believe it. It is all on tape. It is nice to have some of your most humiliating moments preserved on tape for eternity. Well, once off the rock I figured we would just go back to the cabin. Nope. They wanted to go to another lake. I agreed. I agreed not realizing that I would have to get out of the canoe, walk to another lake and get back in a canoe. Apparently there is even a word for this. They call it Portage. That word was never in my vocabulary before and I can promise you after this blog post, it will never be used again. It’s a lot of work. Too much work, if you ask me. I did carry the canoe once, briefly, and that was a pain in the ass. Never again. I am perfectly fine staying ashore.
DAY 2
We woke up and Bob and Tyler decided that we would go on a quick hike then come back for lunch and figure out something else to do in the afternoon. The owner of the campground said there was a nice little hike about 2 miles long and that it would only take a couple of hours and there were waterfalls. Sweet. I agreed to go on this “quick” hike. Why not? I am a sucker for waterfalls every time. (side note: In high school our science teacher was going to be gone so we got to choose a movie to watch. One of the choices was about waterfalls. I protested loud and clear that we should watch the one about waterfalls…finally everyone else gave in and agreed. The next day he is gone the substitute teacher puts in the movie and it is about ducks and geese and shit. Here I misheard the teacher. He said “water fowl” and not “waterfalls”. I was beyond pissed.) So we gear up…hiking boots, backpack, snack, rain poncho because it was getting a little cloudy out. We drive down a few miles to this lake and hiking trail. There was a small parking lot just off the road and a trail leading into the woods. In the parking lot, something caught my eye…it was a handicapped parking spot. I thought in my mind…this will be a breeze, handicapped people go on this trail. No sweat. This will be the PERFECT trail for me. Well, well, well….clearly they have the parking space reserved for anyone who is handicapped and wants to commit suicide. It was the hiking trail of death. I could not believe it. Up a bluff, down a bluff, over a bunch of rocks, under some dead trees. It was a nightmare. After a few minutes I looked at Bob and said “You know what? They should rate trails with one rock being easy and five rocks being the trail of death – good luck you are never coming back. Because I am sure this trail would be 5 rocks.” Bob just laughed and walked away. He does that a lot with me. Now, about 20 minutes into this hike of death it starts to rain. Rain. Not a heavy downpour but a strong, steady, solid rain. Great…I get to hike on the trail of death and now all the friggin rocks are wet and slick. It will like all of my dreams were coming true at once. Honestly, I was not amused. But, I thought…don’t complain…just roll with the punches. I cracked out my poncho and looked like a total friggin dipshit, but at least I was dry…for the most part. So we walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Just as we would get to the bottom of a bluff, it would shoot back up. Up, down, up, down…over and over and over again. We walked, and walked, and walked. Now…I am not a great judge of distance but something seemed a little off. I kept asking how much further, and Bob and Tyler would just reply one more mile and we would keep walking. It kept raining. I could not see out of my glasses because they were fogged up and full of raindrops. It was kind of like hiking in the woods but you are blind. As my mood started to grow crabby, Bob would start to sing a Madonna song in hopes that it would rally the troops and get me back in a good mood. Interesting gesture, I know…but it worked. It is hard to be mad at someone when they are singing Madonna songs. Trust me.
Every now and again we would run into another hiker. One hiker said in a loud voice that echoed not only through the bluffs but also in my mind. “We take what the good Lord gives us”. He was talking about the weather, I assume. Now the way I see it, if the Lord is going to give us crappy weather, I personally would rather take it while sitting inside a dry cabin…not out in the wilderness while I am fighting for my life on a trail of death. But, hey, to each their own. So we walk some more. I am now growing a little bit suspicious. I am starting to realize that maybe, just maybe….this hike is more than two miles and they are lying to me. So I start to sing the theme song from “Gilligan’s Island”. Fitting, I know. We walk and we walk. It is now way more than two hours into this friggin hike. I am losing my patience. I just want out of the damn woods. I want to go home. But on and on and on I walk. I stopped talking to Bob and Tyler for a little bit. I figured it was best that I say nothing. Just keep my mouth shut and my feet moving. At one point I thought about flinging my body off of the top of the bluff…just end it quickly. But, I thought attempted suicide might not be the way to go. Knowing my luck I would just break all my bones and not actually die and that would suck. A botched suicide attempt is not something you want to deal with when you are on a hike in the middle of nowhere. So I kept walking. And it kept raining. And it was cold. And I walked some more. At one point I actually thought I heard my Mom and God laughing at me from the high heavens. I heard my mom’s voice, clear as a bell saying “what a dumbass”. Then we reached a part of the trail were it goes down a huge chunk of rocks. There is nothing for me to hang on to, no railing, no nothing. So I slowly start my way down these jagged rocks. At this point I have resigned myself to the fact that I am in the bowels of hell and that I am just going to try to escape without any severe injuries. So I am slowly creeping down these rocks when I hear someone bounding down the trail behind me. Great…a fantastic time to have someone else come along the trail and see me spread eagle on the rocks hanging on for dear life. I turn back and I see this yellow spot bouncing up and down. Here it is a jogger. Someone is JOGGING on this trail of death. As he gets to me on the rocks I look up and say “You’re friggin jogging?!?” He looks at me and says “Yup, kinda tricky, huh?” and bounces down the rocks in three leaps. And off he goes down the trail like Tigger from Winnie-the-Pooh. I was beyond pissed. I looked at Tyler who was standing in horror as I clearly was teetering on an emotional breakdown. I just made a grand gesture of mock suicide and kept on walking. Tyler said to me that he was actually afraid for a moment because it looked like I was going to attack the jogger.
Then the rain stopped. Finally a break. I was more than happy to take off that damn poncho. So I am walking along and there were some more rocks. There are a lot of rocks on this Earth. Trust me. So I grabbed a tree and used it to brace myself. At the bottom I let go of the tree and I am now soaked…SOAKED…soaked as the tree snaps back. I just stood there and took a deep breath and shivered for a moment. Tyler tried to talk to me. I just looked at him and gave him the finger. Then I mustered up my strength, swallowed my humiliation and kept on walking. Finally…six miles later and 4 and ½ hours into the day we come to the end of the trail. FINALLY. In the parking lot as we were putting our gear into the car who should come bounding out the woods? Oh yes...the jogger. I resisted the urge to attack him. Instead I stood there staring him down and shooting death rays out of my eyes at him while Tyler kept saying “Jason just get into the car”.
Back at the cabin I took a long nap. I woke up and the first thing that came out of my mouth was “Shit. I just woke up and I am still in a cabin.”
And incase you were wondering…the waterfalls were the biggest joke ever. The “waterfalls” were about as impressive and awe-inspiring as a muskrat pissing into the lake. No lie.
Looking back, I really do think Bob and Tyler were trying to kill me but the jogger probably threw their plan off track. No lie.
DAY 3
I stayed at the cabin while they went out and had adventures in the great outdoors. It was such a nice, relaxing day.
DAY 4
We got up and packed our things to head back home. Tyler is crazy. He asked me to pack the food in the fridge. Sure…no big deal. Glad to help. Well, I did not pack it right, so every time I put something into the cooler Tyler would re-pack it as soon as I let go of it. Whatever. Then Tyler asked me to sweep out the cabin. Never mind that we lived in the dirt for 3 days, but now that we were leaving I had to sweep the damn floor. Ugh. But, Bob showed me the proper way to sweep in order pass Tyler’s high standards while Tyler was brushing his teeth. The floor passed inspection, surprisingly. It is interesting to see these crazed Martha Stewert-esque moments come out in Tyler’s personality.
But, in the end, it was an interesting trip. Looking back, I had a lot of fun. I tried a few new things. I was harassed by a man in a canoe. I did not see any bears, only a couple of crazed squirrels. I laughed, I cried, I learned more about myself. And most surprisingly my friendship was Tyler and Bob remains intact…despite them trying to kill me.
I made it through the wilderness…somehow I made it through….
So the adventure began with a bang as I pulled into Tyler’s driveway as 5 AM sharp. 5 AM! I have not been up that early in years, but I did it. I was up and ready to go! We quickly packed my stuff into his vehicle and we were off and running….well….sorta. We had to stop and get gas. Mission accomplished. The tank is full. Now we are off and running…again, not really….we had to stop at Coborns to get groceries. Tyler made a menu for the trip. Yes, an actual menu. Now, I would have been fine with a box of fruit loops and a snicker bar, but no…we had each and every meal planned including beverages and snacks. Now I have known Tyler for about 14 years or so, but I had no idea he was this anal-retentive. When he emailed me a copy of the menu a few days before the trip and it was a word document with a fancy font, I should have figured something was strangely off. Walking into Coborns at 5:30 AM I run into Gary Block and his wife, Laura. Now Gary used to be the host of the local radio talk show, Partyline. After giving me much grief for actually agreeing to go on this trip he wished me luck and told me to say a prayer…to say many prayers.
Now we are off and running…for real. It is now 7 AM, we are 2 hours behind schedule. Not really off with a bang anymore, more like a muffled snap.
DAY 1
Once in Ely we stopped at the Wolf Center to get some information about the area. We met Irene, one of the workers. Now, Irene is quite possibly the cutest grandma type person in the world. She must have been close to 70 years old and had this crazy accent that was a cross between Marge from the movie “Fargo” and some crazed Canadian. I looked at Irene and asked her if there had been any bear attacks lately. I was dead serious. She laughed it off and said that there had been none. Then she grabbed a “bear sighting” sheet of some sort and said that “there was a curious bear that came into the campground and looked around and left”. Then she grew much more serious and let out a “oh no”. “Oh no”…now that is never good when talking about bear attacks. She then said that “there was an aggressive bear that sat on a canoe, tore the tarp and….*deep breath*….mauled a cooler”. Mauled a cooler. Humm. Not what I wanted to hear. I looked at Tyler and Bob and thought about bolting…but I stayed. No risk no glory. I then asked Irene what I should do if I see a bear. I asked her if I scream as loud as I can and run away with arms flailing. She said no. She said I “should try to get up on something and put my arms above my head and try to look real big”. Hummm….I can honestly say that there is no way on God’s green Earth that I could actually remain calm enough to do that. I told Tyler that he just better get used to the fact that if I see a bear that he will find himself being flung into the bear’s path as I go running in the opposite direction. In my world, a hungry bear could dissolve the bond of friendship and loyalty in under 2 seconds. Sad but true. I wouldn’t throw Bob though. Bob is always nice to me, unlike Tyler.
Once at the cabin we decided to go for a quick canoe trip. I have never been a in a canoe before. A person my size does not ride in a canoe. People my size sink canoes. It is kind of like putting a watermelon on a soup can and putting it in the water and hoping it floats. Just doesn’t work. But, in the spirit of adventure I agreed. I sat in the middle, Tyler sat in the front and Bob sat in the back. Things were going along well….I had Bob’s video camera in one hand and the other hand was clamped onto the canoe handle in the world’s tightest death grip. Just as things were cruising along and I was beginning to feel comfortable, we hit a rock. We hit a huge rock under the water. I felt like I was in the movie “Titanic”, but only they had better chances of surviving. There also just happened to be one other person on this whole lake in a canoe a little ways off who witnessed this whole tragic ordeal. As we were trying to figure out how to get off this rock. The man in the other canoe yells out “You got a lot of weight in the middle”. No lie. I could not believe it. It is all on tape. It is nice to have some of your most humiliating moments preserved on tape for eternity. Well, once off the rock I figured we would just go back to the cabin. Nope. They wanted to go to another lake. I agreed. I agreed not realizing that I would have to get out of the canoe, walk to another lake and get back in a canoe. Apparently there is even a word for this. They call it Portage. That word was never in my vocabulary before and I can promise you after this blog post, it will never be used again. It’s a lot of work. Too much work, if you ask me. I did carry the canoe once, briefly, and that was a pain in the ass. Never again. I am perfectly fine staying ashore.
DAY 2
We woke up and Bob and Tyler decided that we would go on a quick hike then come back for lunch and figure out something else to do in the afternoon. The owner of the campground said there was a nice little hike about 2 miles long and that it would only take a couple of hours and there were waterfalls. Sweet. I agreed to go on this “quick” hike. Why not? I am a sucker for waterfalls every time. (side note: In high school our science teacher was going to be gone so we got to choose a movie to watch. One of the choices was about waterfalls. I protested loud and clear that we should watch the one about waterfalls…finally everyone else gave in and agreed. The next day he is gone the substitute teacher puts in the movie and it is about ducks and geese and shit. Here I misheard the teacher. He said “water fowl” and not “waterfalls”. I was beyond pissed.) So we gear up…hiking boots, backpack, snack, rain poncho because it was getting a little cloudy out. We drive down a few miles to this lake and hiking trail. There was a small parking lot just off the road and a trail leading into the woods. In the parking lot, something caught my eye…it was a handicapped parking spot. I thought in my mind…this will be a breeze, handicapped people go on this trail. No sweat. This will be the PERFECT trail for me. Well, well, well….clearly they have the parking space reserved for anyone who is handicapped and wants to commit suicide. It was the hiking trail of death. I could not believe it. Up a bluff, down a bluff, over a bunch of rocks, under some dead trees. It was a nightmare. After a few minutes I looked at Bob and said “You know what? They should rate trails with one rock being easy and five rocks being the trail of death – good luck you are never coming back. Because I am sure this trail would be 5 rocks.” Bob just laughed and walked away. He does that a lot with me. Now, about 20 minutes into this hike of death it starts to rain. Rain. Not a heavy downpour but a strong, steady, solid rain. Great…I get to hike on the trail of death and now all the friggin rocks are wet and slick. It will like all of my dreams were coming true at once. Honestly, I was not amused. But, I thought…don’t complain…just roll with the punches. I cracked out my poncho and looked like a total friggin dipshit, but at least I was dry…for the most part. So we walked, and walked, and walked, and walked. Up, down, up, down, up, down. Just as we would get to the bottom of a bluff, it would shoot back up. Up, down, up, down…over and over and over again. We walked, and walked, and walked. Now…I am not a great judge of distance but something seemed a little off. I kept asking how much further, and Bob and Tyler would just reply one more mile and we would keep walking. It kept raining. I could not see out of my glasses because they were fogged up and full of raindrops. It was kind of like hiking in the woods but you are blind. As my mood started to grow crabby, Bob would start to sing a Madonna song in hopes that it would rally the troops and get me back in a good mood. Interesting gesture, I know…but it worked. It is hard to be mad at someone when they are singing Madonna songs. Trust me.
Every now and again we would run into another hiker. One hiker said in a loud voice that echoed not only through the bluffs but also in my mind. “We take what the good Lord gives us”. He was talking about the weather, I assume. Now the way I see it, if the Lord is going to give us crappy weather, I personally would rather take it while sitting inside a dry cabin…not out in the wilderness while I am fighting for my life on a trail of death. But, hey, to each their own. So we walk some more. I am now growing a little bit suspicious. I am starting to realize that maybe, just maybe….this hike is more than two miles and they are lying to me. So I start to sing the theme song from “Gilligan’s Island”. Fitting, I know. We walk and we walk. It is now way more than two hours into this friggin hike. I am losing my patience. I just want out of the damn woods. I want to go home. But on and on and on I walk. I stopped talking to Bob and Tyler for a little bit. I figured it was best that I say nothing. Just keep my mouth shut and my feet moving. At one point I thought about flinging my body off of the top of the bluff…just end it quickly. But, I thought attempted suicide might not be the way to go. Knowing my luck I would just break all my bones and not actually die and that would suck. A botched suicide attempt is not something you want to deal with when you are on a hike in the middle of nowhere. So I kept walking. And it kept raining. And it was cold. And I walked some more. At one point I actually thought I heard my Mom and God laughing at me from the high heavens. I heard my mom’s voice, clear as a bell saying “what a dumbass”. Then we reached a part of the trail were it goes down a huge chunk of rocks. There is nothing for me to hang on to, no railing, no nothing. So I slowly start my way down these jagged rocks. At this point I have resigned myself to the fact that I am in the bowels of hell and that I am just going to try to escape without any severe injuries. So I am slowly creeping down these rocks when I hear someone bounding down the trail behind me. Great…a fantastic time to have someone else come along the trail and see me spread eagle on the rocks hanging on for dear life. I turn back and I see this yellow spot bouncing up and down. Here it is a jogger. Someone is JOGGING on this trail of death. As he gets to me on the rocks I look up and say “You’re friggin jogging?!?” He looks at me and says “Yup, kinda tricky, huh?” and bounces down the rocks in three leaps. And off he goes down the trail like Tigger from Winnie-the-Pooh. I was beyond pissed. I looked at Tyler who was standing in horror as I clearly was teetering on an emotional breakdown. I just made a grand gesture of mock suicide and kept on walking. Tyler said to me that he was actually afraid for a moment because it looked like I was going to attack the jogger.
Then the rain stopped. Finally a break. I was more than happy to take off that damn poncho. So I am walking along and there were some more rocks. There are a lot of rocks on this Earth. Trust me. So I grabbed a tree and used it to brace myself. At the bottom I let go of the tree and I am now soaked…SOAKED…soaked as the tree snaps back. I just stood there and took a deep breath and shivered for a moment. Tyler tried to talk to me. I just looked at him and gave him the finger. Then I mustered up my strength, swallowed my humiliation and kept on walking. Finally…six miles later and 4 and ½ hours into the day we come to the end of the trail. FINALLY. In the parking lot as we were putting our gear into the car who should come bounding out the woods? Oh yes...the jogger. I resisted the urge to attack him. Instead I stood there staring him down and shooting death rays out of my eyes at him while Tyler kept saying “Jason just get into the car”.
Back at the cabin I took a long nap. I woke up and the first thing that came out of my mouth was “Shit. I just woke up and I am still in a cabin.”
And incase you were wondering…the waterfalls were the biggest joke ever. The “waterfalls” were about as impressive and awe-inspiring as a muskrat pissing into the lake. No lie.
Looking back, I really do think Bob and Tyler were trying to kill me but the jogger probably threw their plan off track. No lie.
DAY 3
I stayed at the cabin while they went out and had adventures in the great outdoors. It was such a nice, relaxing day.
DAY 4
We got up and packed our things to head back home. Tyler is crazy. He asked me to pack the food in the fridge. Sure…no big deal. Glad to help. Well, I did not pack it right, so every time I put something into the cooler Tyler would re-pack it as soon as I let go of it. Whatever. Then Tyler asked me to sweep out the cabin. Never mind that we lived in the dirt for 3 days, but now that we were leaving I had to sweep the damn floor. Ugh. But, Bob showed me the proper way to sweep in order pass Tyler’s high standards while Tyler was brushing his teeth. The floor passed inspection, surprisingly. It is interesting to see these crazed Martha Stewert-esque moments come out in Tyler’s personality.
But, in the end, it was an interesting trip. Looking back, I had a lot of fun. I tried a few new things. I was harassed by a man in a canoe. I did not see any bears, only a couple of crazed squirrels. I laughed, I cried, I learned more about myself. And most surprisingly my friendship was Tyler and Bob remains intact…despite them trying to kill me.
I made it through the wilderness…somehow I made it through….
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