December 19, 2011
In October, a girlfriend and I decided to break from the normal shopping, lunch, and movie outings to go camping. The distant rumbling of a storm began with our deviation from the mall sale racks to Sports Academy for fire starters. It poured rain that day.
Perfect planning–from meals, (homemade chili), gear, her trunk filled with $30.00 worth of firewood, to emergency rolls of toilet paper. Thinking of everything, we staged our two-day supplies in her dining room the day before, leaving wiggle room around her table.
After our successful tent-raising, we unloaded our cooler, dry goods tote, and lanterns onto the picnic table. Salivating over the evening’s dinner of chili & s’mores, the first drops of rain started to fall in defiance to the clear weather forecast.
During a steady gentle rain, we started a fire. Wet drops ran down the hood of my raincoat while I licked oozing melted marshmallow and chocolate from the rim of my squished graham crackers. Looking at my girlfriend, I started laughing at the chocolate dripping from her lips. The humor of the situation took hold of me as I said to her, “We have redefined desperation…two middle-aged women in the soaking rain for a chocolate fix.”
Marauding racoons pried the lid off of our dry goods tote twice, swiping our treasured cinnamon coffee cake among other white flour treasures…gluten-holics, not healthy. My friend had a leaking air mattress, nocturnal bathroom breaks, soggy paper towels, & a resistant fire start on the dry second night were a few of the minor and humorous challenges of our outdoor adventure.
Stiff Person went with me along with diabetes as always. My hiking pole helped me navigate gnarled tree roots along the ground, perception and obstacle triggers. Marauding symptoms stayed hidden, leaving the lid on my well-being tote fastened, contents undisturbed. I changed my insulin pump plumbing to fresh air and sunlight, disinfecting with antibacterial gel.
It was a great time–nature, food, quiet, friendship, and we burned the entire trunk of firewood. Though prepared, we did not need our emergency toilet paper.
“In spite of”…Life is still about moments like this.
“Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree.”
~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
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