The next beginning

It's official. I am homeless. Granted this is by choice not necessity but I am still homeless... I leave for my camping extravaganza on Tuesday bright and early. Hitting the road with a car full of stuff and a dream. That dream: to see the worlds biggest ball of twine, or largest stump, or largest stamp collection. I don't know what it will be but it will be the largest collection of it ever.

So to celebrate the fact that I'm going to be living in a nylon tent for two months I decided the beard had to go. It was large, scratchy, and sleeping was a drag. I shaved it off without a moments hesitation only to realize I now look like I'm 18. I have even started to get carded at places that never used to card me. On top of it all I recently bought thick plastic framed glasses which I thought looked cool, hip, happening. The problem? With no beard and a buzzed head the glasses make me look like a slightly thinner Drew Carey.

I decided to get my feet wet on this whole camping thing by going to the beach with a good friend. What says sleeping on the ground, showering in the lakes, and fending off aggressive animals with a stick and a can full of rocks more than sitting on a sandy beach with a dog, a towel and a cooler full of beer. We show up at noon, I decide why wear sun screen when I will be outside every day for the next couple of months. Lets work on this mountain man tan. So I laid down and had beer one, feeling great, a nice breeze, sand hadn't reached those unfortunate places yet. Life was good. Beer 2: The sun had warmed my skin, I was talking to my best friend on the phone, petting the dog. Ah what life on the road will be like.... Beer 3: Falling asleep, just want to close my eyes and live in the moment. Beer 4 and a nap latter: I haven't put sun screen on and it has been 5 hours. I just woke up on my towel from a dream. This can't go bad can it? Turns out 5 hours in the sun for a math nerd who sits in doors is a lot more sun than required. Even as a color blind gentleman I can tell parts of me are lobster red. Hopefully the color doesn't make the bears hungry..

And I'm off for real. I hope to be writing much more often now but access to the internet will be harder to come by. Expect a couple blog posts in a row because I plan to write them on my computer then post them once I find a cool coffee shop. I can't wait! Please help me out with ideas by posting random comments that will make me laugh, think, or smile. Or just call. The biggest ball of twine can wait for a good friend....