When I get back from camping I feel like how Little Richard sings. Enthusiastic. Is it the fresh air, the flaming skulls flickering in the fire, the sky thick with stars, the night thick with bats, the tent sex or the cooler full of cold beer that makes me feel so good?
Maybe it is just the reminder that the city can fuck right off that makes me feel like jumping up and down. You city fuckers think you are so cool, paying your taxes, buying this, buying that and complaining about plastic bags. Heavens to Betsy!
Sonja and I live in the city too, if you consider Steepleton to be a city. We live in the city but we look forward to the day we move out. We took the time to stop in several small towns on our way to and from the woods. One day we will move to one of the small towns on the edge of the forest.
A pub owner will be pleased.