Garrett (garote) wrote,
Garrett
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August 11th - Cabin camping with Dan part 2

Here's a link to the panorama that I eventually assembled from the previous night, as a Quicktime 3D object! Be warned - if you view it in a browser, it is very memory-intensive. Use the "shift" and "control" keys on the right-hand side of your keyboard to zoom in and out.

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Today was a good day externally, though inside my head there was a storm going on. I would be walking around, looking at trees or smelling the air or listening to birds, and I would get smacked by a sudden strong desire to be sharing the moment with someone else; to turn to someone next to me and grin and say "isn't this great?"

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But there was no one there. And confronting that, and that part of me, was part of this trip. I had deliberately chosen this situation in order to get some time alone to think. Now here I was, and I was thinking, but I was on the wrong track.

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I decided to go riding around, to shake myself up a bit.

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I rode a few miles up the twisty mountain road and then pushed my bike into the woods on a disused hiking trail. Then I unpacked the camera and began to browse slowly around, composing shots of whatever caught my eye.

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It was neat to see the materials of the forest in every stage of their cycle. This tree stump, for example, is actually as fragile as a sponge. If I were to kick it, it would explode into sawdust and termite excrement, and eject a thousand bugs from their high-rise building. If I were walking in a forest near a town, this stump would not be here, because someone like me would have kicked it. Because I know from experience that tromping around a forest kicking things is quite fun!

I pondered as I wandered. After quite a while, I realized that what I needed to do was simplify my approach. I took out my phone and wrote a note to myself:

"Focus on quality of life, you idiot."

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Two more of Dan's friends arrived at midday, and brought with them a huge supply of shotgun shells, some additional guns, two large boxes of clay pigeons (orange ceramic disks that can be launched into the air for target practice) and a spring-loaded launcher. As they were setting up their equipment on the far side of the cabin, I had one of them take my picture next to the sign in the front. Because it's got my name on it!

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Over the course of the day, Dan and company worked their way through a huge number of shotgun shells and clay pigeons. The sound of gunfire and bad puns and dirty jokes and hoots of truimph boomed around the valley for hours. I went out for another bike ride and could hear them at least a mile away.

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After a long day of shooting - photographs and bullets - Dan decided to nod off. I followed suit, and listened to short stories by Arthur C. Clarke and napped in the van.

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Later in the day it was time for Dan's famous ribs, on the cabin barbecue. Here he is pointing out how famous they are.

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Chomp, chomp, chomp ...

I bedded down in the van, like last night, after walking around for a long time, feeling trapped in my head. When I eventually did fall asleep, I slept quite well. It was wonderful to be in a place where there was absolutely no street noise.
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