To prepare ourselves for this weekend's northern backwoods excursion, we decided to head into REI for a few outdoor preparedness whatnots. Hiking boots: necessary. Everything else: only necessary because they matched other things that Ponzi had in her closet. We now own half the store, I'm happy to report. I don't know if or when we'll ever go kayaking, but at least we own the right suit for it (should something ever happen). I don't go camping all that often… in fact, the last time I was camping, I was a Cub Scout. Er, Webelo? So, why start NOW?
Robert decided that it would be cool to go camping right before Gnomedex – to unwind, unwire. His momentary lapse of judgement has forced me to recon with my more rugged side – the side of me that folks seldom see. Ya know, the kind that doesn't mind roughin' it? Okay, so I don't really have an outdoors bone in my body. Do you see any tents in my garage?! Does it look like I could survive with nothing but water in my canteen?! No, but at least I have some nice new hiking shoes that match my jacket. Kinda.