#camping trip
Iceland, three to seven degrees Celsius, and we’re camping. Everything’s so expensive, anyway—and you wanted to see it up close, that world you heard so much about, that you worked yourself to the bone for. But we came unprepared, idiots. This is a Muggletent, and we don’t even have a mat to separate our sleeping bags from the cold, cold floor. You cover me in a thin fleece blanket we got in town, but I’m still shivering, so you wrap yourself around me too. It’s like a fireplace, only in my chest; burning bright and loud and warm.
For@domaystic‘s day 24. Find all of Robin’s Domaystic Drabbles here!
I was asked to co-chaperone the senior class retreat, which starts Sunday at a camp in the Adirondacks. I don’t have most of the items on the packing list (Day pack and water bottle? Can I fill my flask with water and shove it in an old Marc Jacobs bag?), but I did immediately turn to Beverly Hills, 90210 for guidance. The season 2 camping trip has me most nervous, because I’m definitely subbing Converses for hiking boots. Let’s hope Luke Perry can save me if I fall off a cliff. Actually, that sounds kind of incredible.
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I’ll admit it, this isn’t the best quality recording. This is a fictional story based on some true events. Inspired also by the g0y website. Spelled g-zero-y. This is only part one. Our story is about a man remembering his early adulthood and about his adventures with his uncle of whom he had a man-crush for.
Attached to this video below is part 2
Scout: So when do you think we’ll see the big hairy boys?
Heavy: Please call them bears.
Sometimes we just need to disconnect for a while; distance ourselves from the humdrum of life and regain clarity.⠀
A few weeks ago I surprised Ben with a trip to Snowdonia for his birthday. Although we’ve driven extensively across Europe in our van, we’ve never taken the time to explore much on our home island, and Snowdonia was a place we’d always wanted to see.⠀
A six hour drive used to seem like a long way to us, but now as the miles are racking up under our belts the world is starting to seem smaller, and Wales suddenly didn’t seem that far away.⠀
This time however we opted to ditch the van, and take our five day stint away back to basics. We loaded up the car with sleeping bags, tent, walking boots, axe, coal, a tarpaulin- not that at this point we knew just how much we’d need one.⠀
We hit the road and immediately our shoulders felt lighter as the burden of routine was lifted. ⠀
When we were still in uni, I used to drive us all over Cornwall in my little, clapped-out old Polo. We’d set up camp on the cliffs, on the sands of an empty beach, or camp in the car if somebody forgot to pack the tent poles. We’d stay up til sunrise talking around the fire, in awe of the crashing waves below and the distant lights of ships on the horizon hovering above coastal fog. After a couple hours sleep at most we’d pack up our wind-flattened tent as walkers passed by and laughed, and drag ourselves into the nearest public toilets for a wash.⠀
It’s these kind of memories- haphazard, spontaneous and wonderfully simplistic that we look back on fondly, and it’s these days that inspired us to undertake an equally haphazard trip to Wales with nothing but ourselves, an old, crumpled road atlas and a car full of camping gear. We left in search of peace, in search of isolation and beautiful corners of this island, and boy did we find them.⠀
Story continues on Sunday!⠀
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For the few of us left in school and trying to study for finals, here’s what I’ve been doing with my procrastination.
