I don’t know. I don’t know how to be a blog master but I am going to try so bear with me while I learn and overcome my inability to use computers. I thought laptops were edible for most of their existence. This is my first post! Isn’t that exciting?!
Naturally, since its Monday I think I’ll begin by lamenting that it is no longer the weekend. Especially since this weekend was so glorious. I and a group of hooligans piled into my broken down ice-box of a Jeep and drove to the Buckhorn Wilderness outside of the Olympic National Park for a night of bellowing, singing, knee-slapping, ukulele strumming, and scary story telling. I fell asleep in my soon to be frosted over sleeping bag staring at a sky decorated with flickering stars and potentially expired suns whose catastrophic demise, the super-nova, had still not finished delivering its last desperate and fantastic, but to me minuscule, rays of light.
The next morning I and my party of hooligans awoke chatter-teethed and weary-eyed. As means of thanks, my particularly broke, bankrupt, empty-pocketed comrade made amends by brewing I and the other flunkies a fresh pot of mountain coffee in my cute little camp percolator. We crowded the reignited fire clutching our mugs of liquid warmth and surveyed the dramatic scene around us. Frozen-topped peaks jutted upwards absorbing as much of the December sun as they could. Opposite of them was a sparkling Puget Sound. I could feel the hot coffee warming my throat and stomach. Yes it is glorious being me.