So the past couple of weeks have been invigorating to say the least. We have tried lots of new things and kept ourselves fairly entertained during our free time. Our new lifestyle of not having a permanent home has given us the opportunity to overcome some of our previous tendencies and fears. You see as a society we use this word called awkward. What does awkward mean? Well I'll let Webster Dictionary tell you, "lacking ease or grace , lacking social grace and assurance, not easy to handle or deal with, requiring great skill, ingenuity or care" Some people may find coming up to a random campfire of strangers awkward or maybe bathing naked in a public shower in plain sight of an old man a little weird. Maybe you would find it not the norm to sleep in a sleeping bag every night or not knowing where your next meal will be. These are all regular events for me, just as normal as bathing before church in the the Logan River (which is 32 degrees right now), rock climbing at night, getting kicked out of swimming pools, eating breakfast every morning at my works break room and a variety of other activities. I thought we would become less social but because we have no home to go to and no TV to waste our time with we end up meeting lots of people simply to entertain ourselves.
This weekend actually felt like were were truly camping for the first time. It was the first time we got to sleep in on the mountain and we even cooked our breakfast over the fire. After breakfast we went to a pool where we met some new people then we took some other new friends repelling. After all of that was done we were hungry and tired so we went to some of our other new old farm friends house to make hamburgers with them (they store my mini fridge and grill). After feasting on our gourmet jalapeƱo burgers we preceded to have some delicious ice cream. But it was time to change our scenery again so Eric and I went fishing at Newton dam (with no luck) and then went to a random dance party that was out there.
The night before we went to some fires where we didn't know anybody and got some s'mores. Our camp site at the time did not have any firewood, so whilst my good friend was still dreaming about sheep, I took my car to where the fires were the night before and found all of the firewood people left behind. Some people are not the brightest and at the end of their fires they throw all of their logs onto the fire and smother it out. I collected some charred wood and put it on my car and delivered it to out camp site. Luckily it wasn't far. I really need a truck. These are all of the stories I can remember for now. Until I find a computer again I bid you all farewell.