Last night was lonely. I was in my perfect camp set up, my tent set up was amazing, comfortable, and reasonably warm. But all that couldnt compensate for how not fun camping alone is to me.
And then the rowdy old men moved in next door, and I really hated it.
This morning I woke up early, got ready, jumped on my bike in my rafting clothes and rode through the fog to the registration. It was a long wait till we got on the road, to the river, or in a raft, but I met some cool people while I froze my butt off waiting.
It was at this point reality snapped me out of my non reality land, and I finally accepted the camping trip if been given, not the one id dreamed of. I cant say much about the river right now. It was calm, I have funny tan lines, and it was worth every penny to go.
I felt like I really bonded with some people I may never meet again, and maybe its better that way. We had fun, and that was great.
I came back to camp, went to choir and took a shower, then i went to dinner and met up with my old friend from the Ysa days, Tracy Hachtel. Awesome woman. I invited her and her sister and co back to my place for smores. They invited me to come stay the night in their teepee, and not be alone.
I said no, hopped on my bike and rode back to my camp. Half way there I realized I was an idiot. What was I holding on to? A lonely camp site? Why? Im sick of being alone. I informed them of my change of heart and an army promptly moved me to a teepee. Then we went to a dance where I danced with the only two guys I would have even wanted to dance with. I had a blast. It turns out, Mand was not meant to be alone.
No comments:
Post a Comment