Wednesday, July 19, 2006
We are in the process of outfitting CLA for her wilderness excursion, and last night found ourselves in an outdoors superstore called Gander Mountain. Some time ago I came to the realization that if I'm using the words 'camp' and 'fun' together I must be talking about the good, Susan Sontag kind of camp, not the bad, insects and no showers kind. This has worked out pretty well for me: more standing on lawns drinking wine, less scratching and smelling like woodsmoke. That's not to say that I'd be altogether adverse to a little backpacking, I suppose, or a canoe trip, maybe, but I'm just never, ever going to be in the market for a cast iron campfire ring decorated with moose cutouts. Or a recliner upholstered in camo.
// posted by Bill @ 8:37 AM 
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