22 jul 2004
"why are you so grumpy?" "because I hate you"
Oh yes, another fun family vacation in the life of sarah eddy completed. I went camping with my dad and my lovely, talented, and even-tempered sister this week, and giggled all day Wendesday over the above conversation. Some people just can't suffer a snorer.
So i told my sister "Life is pain," but she continued to be grumpy.
Then we were attacked by rabid stable flies and learned what real pain is. Actually only Jessi (our puppy) bled more than usual, but those things bite like the proverbial Far Side piranhas. Actually worse because they exist. They were even worse than the smallest catfish in the world, but that's another story not within driving distance.
Driving distance if you're retarded, though. Six hours or so from Eau Claire will get you to the beautiful Porcupine Mountains of the UP, which is indeed a most beautiful place. Highest relief between the Appalachians and the Badlands, lonely remnants of the fabled Laurentian mountains (that's old, for all you not-Geology geeks out there).
We also learned that DEET does nothing against stable flies, nor does any remedy known to Michiganians save drier sheets. When being attacked by hoards of stable flies my first reaction was not 'time to dry some laundry!' --how do people figure that out? As we didn't have any drier sheets in our camping gear, we took showers with dish soap instead. Be proud to know me. Now. But the flies found us there too, so we ran further in my dad's stupid SUV to the top of a very tall windy hill. And ate ice cream.
My dad eats a lot of ice cream these days. Good for me, i love hot fudge. Hot fudge, um knyum. The Chatter Cafe in... some town in the UP has great hot fudge sundaes and is breaking many child labour laws. I want to go back now. Except for that drive.
Anyway, i made a sand castle of myth and gargoyles, and we also hiked a lot and saw waterfalls and many stupid people who asked us, "is the hike worth it?" Well, you're already in the UP, what else are you going to do? Drive seventy hours back home and tell everyone about how much you communed with nature? Stable flies should only attack the stupid. and the swimmers... well, that puts me well in the realm of the stupid. But what's really stupid is invisible rocks under water.
I turned 21 on Tuesday, and now i feel like i should go to a bar just because i can. My friend Dave's at one now, but i forgot which one. Whoopsies. Dad gave me a hard lemonade to celebrate, but my subconscious took over and i spilled it and stole his cigars instead. At least he didn't snore so badly that night. When did he get so old?
"I feel like the statue of Liberty... give me NOT your tired, your poor--give me more DEET!"
¶ 20:05
Oh yes, another fun family vacation in the life of sarah eddy completed. I went camping with my dad and my lovely, talented, and even-tempered sister this week, and giggled all day Wendesday over the above conversation. Some people just can't suffer a snorer.
So i told my sister "Life is pain," but she continued to be grumpy.
Then we were attacked by rabid stable flies and learned what real pain is. Actually only Jessi (our puppy) bled more than usual, but those things bite like the proverbial Far Side piranhas. Actually worse because they exist. They were even worse than the smallest catfish in the world, but that's another story not within driving distance.
Driving distance if you're retarded, though. Six hours or so from Eau Claire will get you to the beautiful Porcupine Mountains of the UP, which is indeed a most beautiful place. Highest relief between the Appalachians and the Badlands, lonely remnants of the fabled Laurentian mountains (that's old, for all you not-Geology geeks out there).
We also learned that DEET does nothing against stable flies, nor does any remedy known to Michiganians save drier sheets. When being attacked by hoards of stable flies my first reaction was not 'time to dry some laundry!' --how do people figure that out? As we didn't have any drier sheets in our camping gear, we took showers with dish soap instead. Be proud to know me. Now. But the flies found us there too, so we ran further in my dad's stupid SUV to the top of a very tall windy hill. And ate ice cream.
My dad eats a lot of ice cream these days. Good for me, i love hot fudge. Hot fudge, um knyum. The Chatter Cafe in... some town in the UP has great hot fudge sundaes and is breaking many child labour laws. I want to go back now. Except for that drive.
Anyway, i made a sand castle of myth and gargoyles, and we also hiked a lot and saw waterfalls and many stupid people who asked us, "is the hike worth it?" Well, you're already in the UP, what else are you going to do? Drive seventy hours back home and tell everyone about how much you communed with nature? Stable flies should only attack the stupid. and the swimmers... well, that puts me well in the realm of the stupid. But what's really stupid is invisible rocks under water.
I turned 21 on Tuesday, and now i feel like i should go to a bar just because i can. My friend Dave's at one now, but i forgot which one. Whoopsies. Dad gave me a hard lemonade to celebrate, but my subconscious took over and i spilled it and stole his cigars instead. At least he didn't snore so badly that night. When did he get so old?
"I feel like the statue of Liberty... give me NOT your tired, your poor--give me more DEET!"
¶ 20:05
