At the beginning of the evening, chasing a dream, I knew when I ran into Fancy Fred that all the desired connections would be made. There he was, in the flesh, right in the middle of where it seemed like what we both were looking for.
Pretty soon right away thereafter and thanks to some words exchanged via outer space, we were all bombing through Interlachen to the standard provisioning stop and jumping off place for adventures northeast.
It seemed for a while that woods and shelter would be the first destination but here’s the most amazing bit of all: a brand-new warm and cozy gathering space in a spot that’s always been missing the one component it’s always needed.
See how the simple addition of the simplest addition turns a swamp into home?
Somewhere off towards the University, a spotlight glared its eye at us. But my fears were assuaged when I realized, by walking a mere twenty yards or so from the assembled, that our level of external illumination was all but invisible in contrast to everything around—which also was another lesson in the healthy narcissism of the human condition.
The rain really only called for the non-existent evergreen canopy for about ten blustery minutes, just long enough to start noticing that as long as you continued rotating slowly near the hearth, you could balance the wetting with the drying, an enterprise arguably more about angles than anything else.
A two-fire night was proposed, but just in the nick of time, did Kevin WC survive his encounter with a bungie cord to reprovision; the drizzle dried up and until the beer quickly ran out, you got to experience that fine balance between the greatest feeling in the world that as homo sapiens we’ve been hard-wired by tens of thousands of years to feel great about and the concurrent observation that you’re standing outside in a muddy wetlands should anyone care enough to take notice.
Pretty soon right away thereafter and thanks to some words exchanged via outer space, we were all bombing through Interlachen to the standard provisioning stop and jumping off place for adventures northeast.
It seemed for a while that woods and shelter would be the first destination but here’s the most amazing bit of all: a brand-new warm and cozy gathering space in a spot that’s always been missing the one component it’s always needed.
See how the simple addition of the simplest addition turns a swamp into home?
Somewhere off towards the University, a spotlight glared its eye at us. But my fears were assuaged when I realized, by walking a mere twenty yards or so from the assembled, that our level of external illumination was all but invisible in contrast to everything around—which also was another lesson in the healthy narcissism of the human condition.
The rain really only called for the non-existent evergreen canopy for about ten blustery minutes, just long enough to start noticing that as long as you continued rotating slowly near the hearth, you could balance the wetting with the drying, an enterprise arguably more about angles than anything else.
A two-fire night was proposed, but just in the nick of time, did Kevin WC survive his encounter with a bungie cord to reprovision; the drizzle dried up and until the beer quickly ran out, you got to experience that fine balance between the greatest feeling in the world that as homo sapiens we’ve been hard-wired by tens of thousands of years to feel great about and the concurrent observation that you’re standing outside in a muddy wetlands should anyone care enough to take notice.
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