Adios Amigos

Ok, even though I said at the bottom of the last post that I wouldn't be posting any more until August 20th, I packed much more quickly than anticipated and have been sitting on the couch waiting for Super Shuttle, so f that one more post. And maybe even one more if there's a computer lounge in the Detroit airport near the Cinnabon. There better be a dang Cinnabon. I've got three hours there starting at five thirty in the morning and I can't think of anything else I'm going to want than a dang f'ing bun.

So check out this picture. I'm going straight to that point to meet my comrades who are camping there right now. I'm thinking I need a prank to play on them, or a "moonkill" in the parlance of the woods. Two tape recorders with a conversation between poachers would be a good thing. Place them in the woods nearby, wait for the campers to abandon the fire and investigate, then douse the fire and head for the hills, right? Or better yet drag a burning skeleton across the lake behind my canoe, but that'd require a long rope and me to dodge the firelight while paddling. It's a near full moon too, which makes things tough, and makes me think maybe a land approach?

Hmmm...I'll have to think of something. First thing though, straight into Superior, got to expunge all the scars of city life in one fell swoop, and getting into that lake is the best way. Next thing after that is to relinquish myself to the whims of the North, from the sun on the beach to the green of the woods to the sound of Mountain Stream Falls to the lights of the stars and maybe if it's a clear night to the gaze of the northern lights.