Nature: you either love it, or hate it. I am a bit of both; let me explain. I went camping yesterday and today with about 15 of the guys, and had a great time. When we arrived mid-afternoon, the weather was wonderful, bright and sunny. We goofed off until dark, then I built a big fire so we could keep warm and cook hot dogs and s’mores – and they were good! Anyways, even later in the evening it still wasn’t that cold outside, say 45 degrees or so. Then trouble hit.
I slept a little, but woke up about an hour later. I fought the cold all night long, until I couldn’t take it anymore. I got out of the tent, which was frozen, ran across the ice-covered grass to my truck, and jumped inside. The windshield was covered in ice, so I had to defrost it before I could drive around to get more heat. That’s when I realized that my toes had practically frozen! The cold had become unbearable in the middle of the night. As I drove around, I noticed many of my friends had also decided to do the same thing with their cars. Smart guys!
The rest of the day was wonderful, though. It warmed up significantly to 65 degrees for lunchtime. We all gathered in a circle and had a bunch of boxing matches. It was my first time to actually box, as I usually just street fight, but I did pretty well. I had two matches against the same guy, apparently one of the most experienced of the group. Basically, he knew much more technical details, but I had way more endurance, and when I landed my punches (few, I admit), he had to take a break to gather his sense. Fun stuff!
Now I am sitting at home, eating tons of food and painkillers, typing on my computer in the luxury of my own home. What a contrast between 10 hours ago! Before I forget, I’d like to say thanks to Caroline for introducing my to the commenting system, and Ash for being a fun person.