Thursday, October 14, 2010
Hey, I’m not really here. No I’m not and right now I have no idea where I am. By the time you read this I will be well on my way to a weekend adventure, a long weekend adventure. Fun right? Where am I going?
Before I divulge my mystery destination allow me to digress a bit. I have spent the last two days packing and preparing for this long, over due excursion and you know what? I realize now why I love backpacking.
With backpacking you take only what is required for survival and can fit in your pack. If it has a chord you do not need it. If you asked yourself will i get to…you don’t need it. If you cannot use it, eat it or wear it, leave it at home. Sounds simple… right? On the other hand, you have civilized traveling.
Every gadget you own has to go along, whether you need it or not. Try your best to prepare for the unknown and you end up looking like the Beverly Hillbillies on steroids. I so envy men and their ability to pack light.
Then you proceed to pack every imaginable clothing need possible and oh, yes they must match. Another thing I like about back packing; I have never had squirrels don’t fall out of trees laughing because my camo was not chic.
Any who… I’m not going back packing, I’ve been blessed with better friends than that. A month ago when I was feeling sorry for myself about not seeing a beach, the phone rang. On the other end was a very dear, long time friend, inviting Ms Twister and myself to her beach house. I did not even know she had a beach house.
So as you read this I’m somewhere on a highway with sunny waves and shells on my mind, rushing to feel the sand beneath my feet. If you happen to be on a highway in Tennessee, South or North Carolina and you see this blue streak go whizzing by…
Wave, it’s me rushing to the beach.