my roommate just found out that i am not a "camper" after the commitment of a trip to burning man. i don't know what made her think i was. just because i have a backpack from traveling in europe does not make me a camper. just because i like to read her sierra club outings does not make me a camper...
the last time i went camping was new year's eve of 2006 with my boyfriend at the los osos campsite outside of san luis obispo. i faintly remember camping once before that but i was probably under four years old.
during my last camping trip (one of two in my life) my man tried to convince me that there weren't any bears. i had taken enough espanol to know that osos=bears in spanish. why would they name a park "the bears" if there weren't any bears? osos=bears=no bears??? hmmmm...he reassured me that if there were bears, which there weren't, he would protect me...how will a swiss army knife kill a bear- i'm still paranoid.
i survived los osos with little sleep- no bear maulings...but will i survive eight days in the desert without a fridge to keep my roquefort cheese cold? without a long shower? without my man to protect me? without long distance communication? without being able to leave when i want to? without a fine dining experience? without my pillow top mattress? will my prrrrreeeeeeccccious skin get burned? will my taste buds be satisfied with desert food? things that make you go hmmmmmmmm...
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don't worry. my positive energy crystal will protect us.
Scorpions and coyotes will be the least of our concerns out there. Hopped up hippies riding unicycles freak the shit out of me way more. Find me at hula hoop 101 and robot building.
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