Shock and Awe

A: What's up there?
F: Shock and Awe.
Me: At least, that's what I'm calling it.
B: That's actually a pretty good name for it. You were talking about your penis, right?
Me: Yeah!
B: Cool!

Wow. We quite probably need to grow up, but great times among nature are to be found out in the middle of nowhere, WA. I have so much to share when I get back. It's not as if the city kid in me isn't groaning under the strain of being even further out of touch with the heart of human civilization, but more like his temporary irritation is worth the joy of experiencing the outdoors and slower-paced life and good food in a way I rarely get to.

I read a novel today. Sure, it wasn't a big one, but in way less than six hours, I read a book from cover to cover (and started another) without feeling the least bit rushed. In the past few days, I've made a trip halfway across the country in a day and a half; climbed down, and back up, a mountain; harvested and eaten raw oyster and oyster stew, nearly died about a half-dozen times, and realized what I love about this awful modern age. I should probably get back to the boys. This has been great for me.