Away From the Things of Man
Every so often, i feel we as people have to get away from our lives. At least i know i have to. So, taking a Monday off of work, for a long weekend away getting in touch with nature and ourselves, sounded like the perfect idea. A week in advance I reserved a site at Onodaga Caves Park. Unfortunately, due to the rain, the camp ground closed down a day before we were supposed to go. But Aaron found us
The nights were pretty cold, but toughing it out, like men, we managed to sleep in a tent for two nights (i, on the ground), wearing only hoodies, t-shirts, and jeans, and warming ourselves by fire. I don't want to say we were the only idiots out in this weather, but it was close at one point. Also, like the burly masculine spectacles we were, we also put off showering until we returned home on Monday. Needless to say our hair was greasy, our clothes were a mess, and our nethers were ripe. (sorry about that) Now i know what it must have been like to be in "Into the Wild". *cough* Doesn't seem too hard. I would like to say we completely roughed it, but being that there was a Bass Pro Shop 5 miles from the site, and a Cracker Barrel only 10 miles away, there wasn't much need...
Leo, Aaron, and I did our best to enjoy everything central Missouri had to offer. The Devil's Icebox, part of Rock Bridge State Park, was by far the coolest part. We spent our nights doing stuff you would only find three "artsy" kids, do while camping, singing around the fire (aka, a personal Aaron Hale concert each night), taking pictures of lights in the dark, and drawing with burnt wood. Dorks.
Over all, the weekend did what i wanted it to accomplish... and i had a great time.