I'll talk about the goat later.


So here I am... camping. I'm starting off in Shenandoah National Park outside Luray, VA because their website is so in-depth (http://www.nps.gov/shen) that it makes camping seem easy even for the nature-impaired such as myself. The trip started off with an unpleasant surprise: the price of a US national parks pass has SKY-rocketed from 50 dollars to 80 dollars this year! The park ranger assured me that this is because it now gives me access to certain hunting and fishing areas which I certainly do not give a shit about. C'est la vie, I'm 80 dollars poor-er but now I can visit as many national parks as I desire in the next 365 days. Due to poor planning on my part, I spent the first night in Shenandoah in the campgrounds because I got there too close to sundown to find a decent place to camp in the backcountry. 17 more dollars down the drain, but at least I've got a toilet for the evening.


As I gathered kindling for the little fire I built that evening I was gripped by a sudden panic and a loud voice in my head said "Run! You don't know anything about camping and you don't even like being by yourself. Go back to New York and get your old life back before it's too late!!!" However ladies and germs, if there's one thing I've learned in life it's that it's always more exciting to take the new difficult path as opposed to the old familiar one. That may or may not be true in this case but I've got to try this shit out for at least one summer, right?!?



OH YEAH the goat... On my way from White Lake to Shenandoah I stayed with my sister in King of Prussia, PA (home of a gigantic mall!). We took my nephews to this park that not only had a petting zoo and a playground, but they had ice cream too! Baby heaven, anyone?
xo
m.

9:20 PM;

Like a drifter i was born to walk alone...