And Begin Again / Ice Man Part 2

It is at it says, this is number three of five distinguished posts of observations I made during a solo camping trip. Go back and read one and two my friend. It’s more fun that way. However, you may get a laugh out of this one without knowing the rest of the story.

Number 3 – Population explosion part two?

No joke, I saw around fifty squirrels fighting for nuts all across the forest floor. Okay, truth be told that was a dream but it was vivid enough that I sat up and told them all to settle down, stop fighting. Good thing no one else was there (a plus for solo camping). Have you ever had one of those nights that seem to reset over and over? I mean you’ve done your slow down, relax, start counting sheep thing and then you have to get up to do something. Reset. In my case it was to find a safety pin and connect the zippers to the tent door together. Head back down on the pillow, fan blowing gently, white noise with a chorus of crickets to keep the beat. Sleep was sure to come any minute. Wait a minute. A safety pin? Really, like that ever stops the hard core, raping, murdering, quiet, lonely guy who just wants someone to be friendly for a change. Pick any movie about a man who has a secret life stalking women and oh my God, that is the Ice Man! Reset. No way am I sleeping here in this tent that a razor could slice right through, forget about the bells I hung all around, the crickets have tuned themselves to their ring, No one in their trailers fifty feet away would even hear me scream. No. I’m not in the mood to fight for my life. I opened the hatch to my car, shoved all the stuff to one side in one giant push like Wonder Woman, dragged my three layers of mattress pads, shoved them in and then with pillows under my arms, and later fans hooked up to a solar generator, climbed in and became cargo in my car with the zany idea that I would sleep. I put myself thru the paces once again. Ear buds channeling ocean sounds this time, fan breeze cooling my sweaty face. I will fall asleep. I was as snug as a bug in a rug. (None of which better be snug in bed with me at the moment, but who knows. I was in my car! )If I didn’t move, didn’t pay attention to the ridge pressing into my hip that despite six inches of foam still jabbed like the “Princess and the Pea”, then it was a perfectly fine, safe, sleepable situation. Then came the squirrels. Reset.

How did the night end you wonder? One final reset at dawn, when I reasoned I had foiled Ice Man’s plans sufficiently to yank my bedding back into the tent in a twisted up upon which I lay my head and finally people, I slept. Like a baby. Lol.

Have a great day and when it ends and you put your head down on your pillow be thankful if it’s in a safe, comfortable place.