Long Weekend

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So over the long Easter weekend I went to a cabin owned by the parents of one of my oldest friends. Myself my wife and three others all together went out to this place in the middle of nowhere deep in the woods of a place I won't say. I quite generally have a good time there what with the food, the alcohol, and little cell service. Although advances in technology are ruining the last one (next time I call for a ban on phones), I kept true and actually had to ask my wife "Have you seen my phone" before we left because I didn't remember where I had placed it. Low and behold it was in my bag, exactly were I left it. The sheer amount of food consumed over the 2 days there almost makes me regret the whole venture (so much food). S'mores, hamburgers, smokies, grilled chicken skewers, eggs, toast, hash browns, and French toast. That doesn't include the snacks we brought either...or the alcohol we drank. The weather was nice with sun and being in the trees that far blocked much of the wind. The mornings were freezing, just the way I like it, but we had enough blankets to smother an army so it wasn't bad just so long as you stayed under them. It is always funny because someone needs to be the brave soul to emerge from their warm cocoon to turn the propane on so we can make coffee/tea, and that person is generally the one with the smallest bladder. Many photos were taken, to some of my campmates distain, but because we all have been friends for so long I don't listen and still manage to get away with it. We had two dogs with us as mascots, Dekoda, and Lacota. Yeah, say those out loud. See how alike they sound? Now, try imagining the hell of trying to call only one dog. Still they enjoyed themselves too, especially when I gave them peanut butter noses. The last day at camp was cold and somewhat rainy. I was happy to go home but didn't want to get back to life. The camp acts like a sort of stasis for me. I don't think of anything outside it when I am there, and when I comeback I feel like years have gone by. It is both welcoming and infuriating at the same time. 

 The face of happiness

The face of happiness