Girls gone wild weekend coming up
My neighbor is a biologist and works for the Wildlife and Fisheries – he was identifying all the things stuck to the bottom of my canoe for me last night – mussels, barnacles – that I have to scrape off.
Meanwhile, he and his partner head off to the wildnerness and live like heathens for two months every year out of a camp they half built – they hunt, they fish, they do whatever it is in god’s name men do when they are without women, with no running water, out in the wilderness. I don’t want to know.
Life is simple for them during this period. Except for one weekend in December – yes, that’s right – his girlfriend has invited a select group of survivalists for a Girls Gone Wild Weekend to join these aboriginees – so, we will be packing up our tents and sleeping bags and bug spray and whatever else we need and joining the boys in the swamp so we can take a detour to the wild side.
Now this should be fun.