The gypsies of the North

Camping is so different here than camping in the south… those hot-hot-super-hot and humid camping summer days are over—so here we are now... camping on the top of the world!

This time, we chose a campground at an elevation of 3,900 feet on the south fork of a wild, icy river… in a place where it is always cold at all hours, where deers and bears roam the land as freely as they can be, and travelers only pass by on the way to somewhere else.

A place where fishermen are willing to lose their soul for a trout or two! 

For hours and hours waiting for the fish to bite… while I play... "or wait for wind to fly a kite. Or wait around for Friday night or wait perhaps for our Uncle Jake or a pot to boil or a better break or a string of pearls or a pair of pants or a wig with curls or another chance. Everyone is just waiting.” (Dr. Seuss)

If you want to live the gypsy life, then this is it.  No toilets no shower no electricity no computer no Ipod no phone!  You just do with what you have and what you don’t have.  You sit and listen to the wind tell stories, you put your feet in frigid river waters and wait until you think you are a mermaid of some undefinable realm.  You dream, you play, you hear the songs of the wild, and fancy yourself walking in the world of pixies and hobgoblins.  You walk under purple glowing sky, you eat potatoes you eat whatever you can find, and then, at night, you cuddle under warm blankets and snuggle tightly by that dear funny lover of all your life, as if tomorrow will never come… then you go to sleep believing everything will exceed the previous day... comes the following morning. 

...but of course, this is just me, or better yet, how I see the world, because in reality things could be very different when you're camping in places like that… I will spare you the incommodities, the cold, the dirt… and oh, the deer ticks!  Oh god oh god oh god--panic!  Yes, I almost went into a panic mode when we got home and the Fisherman confessed he had brought home with him one of those nasty little things on one of his legs!  Never in a life time I'd ever imagined something like that, although it can very well be something common, if you don’t take precautions.  Now I'm not too sure if I want to go back to our gypsy life again...  I'm terrified by ticks and Lyme disease!

Oh well, what can I say!  “In a well-ordered universe... camping would take place indoors.”  (Morgan Matson, Since You've Been Gone).