The Great Outdoors

I'm going camping Sunday through Wednesday and it's pretty safe to say that I'm pumped. We (Yankee Girl, her husband Lee, and other assorted peoples) will be heading out a couple of hours after a show that we're playing and diving head first into a few days of no work, hours of swimming, and even more hours of drinking. I'm getting giddy just typing about it.

We did this last year and it was a pretty great time, even before we hit the camp grounds. Driving up through Wisconsin, we passed a roadside "novelty" shop. The shop itself was rather nondescript but what drew our attention to it were the two yellow semi trailers parked next to it. On the trailers, using what looked to be black duct tape, someone had written a message;


We all uttered a collective "Bwuh?" and stared at the lurid message as we passed. Time was of the essence and we couldn't stop. We said we'd stop on the way back but after 3 days of storms, waking up in eight inches of water, trying to sleep in a port-a-potty, and constant drinking, we decided to get home as fast as possible. Throughout the year, when Lee and I would talk about the trip, we'd both laugh about the sign and fall silent for a moment, only to break it with a somber "We should have gone back, man."

This year, it's going to be different!

At least I hope so, a port-a-potty is no place to rest your head.

-Dan