Summer Slacker

Kaitlyn and a camera shy Bandon, just a day on the River

~Summer Slacker in training...Kaitlyn and a camera shy Bandon, just a day up Camping~

For those of you that follow me on Twitter (as I’m sure everyone twitters these days, right?) or those who are my friends on Facebook (what?!! you haven’t friended me on Facebook yet? WTH?) you know that I snuck out of town again last week. I couldn’t help myself, it’s the allure of Mountains and the seasonal salmon run……

My current ‘at home status’ is simply a temporary pit-stop. I’m leaving again this Wednesday. It’s the fourth of July weekend ~ I must go, no choice,  no apologies, adios style!

It would be un-American not to go enjoy the weekend, right? As for leaving on Wednesday, well that’s just a preemptive maneuver to avoid the weekend crowd and claim a banner camping space. It’s a dog eat dog world on a holiday weekend, fight for your bone, king of the hill, claim your territory flag quickly sort of deal. Early departure, well, I’m just smart like that~

This is the first summer since I started blogging (as some of you can vouch) that I’ve tried to touch base in between my frequent departures. In the past I just took off, traveled, did my thang and usually around September I’d pop in for a, hey I’m alive, blog post. It feels a bit strange this year to keep admitting  just how often I take off for days at a time. If someone was watching my action I imagine it would hurt the neck, a bit like a tennis match, back and forth, to and fro, there she is and there she goes……

Just a regular morning in the mountains

Just a regular morning in the mountains

Welcome to my world~

I took this picture a week ago on a trip. It should illustrate why I’m on the run all through the summer. There are so many things to see, so many moments to etch into my memory and simply put….there is so much beauty out there I can’t bear to risk missing any of it.

 I’m not sure if that desire makes me a true slacker or if I’ve just constructed a life that allows for personal exploration and frequent adventures.  Movement outside of my hometown is one of the priorities in my life that brings me true joy. I understand every individuals definition of joy is different, but I can put out there that I truly hope other people make room for joy in their world as well…..frequently.

I wish I may, I wish I might……

Be gone again, this very night.

Traveling and exploring. It’s like a drug. A sensational… just try it once or twice and you’re hooked, sort of addiction. I’ve only been home since late last night and the walls of my house feel like a torture chamber of implied stationary boredom. In other words, I want the hell out of here, and pronto. Another emergency trip of the soul saving….. travel variety may be in order in the next few days. I’m telling you, it’s a sickness that is never quite satisfied.

dscn0533smallI had a fabulous time. First we went North for some salmon fishing, then we swung South for some more dinosaur fishing.

I believe what made this trip extra special was the fact we ended up camping with a group of fantastic people. It wasn’t planned, it wasn’t expected..By the luck of the camping space claimed, we broke bread, shared a campfire and fished with people I’d never met before this weekend and I loved it.

Honestly, I barely fished (bait fishing and I don’t mesh well~I’m all about the flyfishing) and I still had a wonderful time. I was in the midst of kindred people and that was all the entertainment I needed. I believe I can even claim I made friends that I shall see again. Big Bonus and gives me something to look forward too~

In light of recent blog entries I find it prudent to go on record today and state I hugged during departures yesterday. I can’t claim I was the initiator, and the first one caught me unaware so I’m sure it would rate low on the huggable meter, but the next few I paid attention, hugged back like I meant it (and I really did) and you know what………it wasn’t so bad!

I do believe there is hope for me yet~

I also did some flip video over the weekend. Maybe if I can figure out how to actually work the thing beyond just taking videos, I’ll post up some live action one of these days. This dog can indeed learn new tricks….hugging….video…..I can just see the horizon of possibilities getting bigger and brighter every day.

Good week, Good times

~I have survived the week. I have survived this mornings procedure~

I’d like to thank the makers of Vicodin and Valium for making this week long experience more bearable.Penicillin, I blame you for the vomiting and added misery to my week. Surely something as glorious as a painkiller could not have been the culprit.

I’d like to thank Doctor W. for tolerating my phobias, making jokes, and not making me look at things that are vile and evil like tools, gadgets and drills. I also thank him for not explaining every little thing that is going on and just letting me remain blissfully in lala land.

I’d like to thank the maker of TVs on the ceiling and headphones.

I’d like to thank my sister Sarah, for taking my pre-drugged ass to the dentist, holding my sweaty hand and taking pictures of my torture experience. I’m sorry I flipped you off when you started making Lamaze noises. This sort of pain is completely different than childbirth and it’s hard to he he ho ho heee heee when the dentist is lancing you with a needle inside your mouth. Love ya anyway~

Only a dentist could smile this wide, this beautiful and look so happy at a dentist office. As for me, ya, I’m high from the 4 carefully timed out Valiums I took prior to showing up. No makeup and honestly, I can’t remember if I even combed my hair this morning.  By this picture moment, I was floating on don’t care about a damn thing cloud.

Prior To Procedure, hence the half smile by me

~Prior To Procedure. Completely stoned, beyond exhausted and ready for Mercy. Not looking my best~

Now. Time to swallow some more happy pills before I can feel my face again and go back to bed.
Good week I tell ya, good times…….