8/21/2004 12:50AM
The universe can be an incredible place sometimes.
I’m camping with friends, almost 2 hours from home.
After the campfire died down, we all retired to our own tents.
I sat outside for a while, taking it all in.
The sound of a nearby stream, the quiet of the
wilderness, being occasionally broken by a jet passing overhead. I look up to see millions of stars overhead:
the spiral arm of our galaxy, the dying shooting stars.
The beauty is breathtaking, so much I can’t hold it in anymore
and my eyes tear up. Nothing
else matters right now…
I wonder how many other civilizations there can be up
there, and why we waste our lives worrying about such petty crap.
The universe is grand, wonderful, and we should be out there…
8/21/2004 9:20AM
Dear god, this campground is overrun by squirrels.
They are relentless in their campaign against man and they must be
stopped. I just saw one cart
off a pinecone the size of a watermelon.
The squirrels invaded our breakfast camp, in search of food, or do
they have a taste for human blood now?
One tried to attack Steve in his truck… thankfully
there were few casualties. I
heard a child screaming this morning… was he dragged off by a family of
squirrels? We must destroy
this enemy before it destroys us.
Maybe there is a key to winning? I think we need to eat the squirrel to gain its powers.
8/22/2004 12:30 AM
A place called home.
I’m dirty, cold, and becoming rapidly tired.
Tonight’s my last night in Currant Creek.
Quite honestly, I’m ready for a nice hot shower and a night in my
own bed. Today, I read,
wrote, geeked with Jeremy about photography, and went bike riding.
Yeah, a couple of us pussed out on the uphill ride
back to camp. It was my first
time riding on a rocky trail. I
have mixed feelings about it: my nuts have definitely had more pleasant
experiences.
After dinner, we all spent time in front of the
campfire and debated stuff: scientific
priorities and education are the topics I can recall.
It was all pretty good, but I just need to reinvent my normal life. We’re heading back tomorrow, so back to the rat race I go, back to the job hunt in Portland and Seattle.
Currant Creek campsite