IN AND 0UT OF THE FOREST, MR HIGH, AND THE UNDERTAKER

     So, not long after my last post, I woke up with my "Batshit
Crazy National Forest ...YOU ARE HERE " map unfolded and covering my face.  I found this one a tad bit odd considering that fact that I hadn't taken it out of my pack for at least 2 days.  PLUS, I used the pack as a pillow and other than then the dent from where my head spent the night, it had been untampered with.
    I  quickly discovered this to be a different map.  Instead of showing the entire forest, it showed about 2 square miles around me.  It also gave a destination and a series of dates and times for when I was supposed to be there.
    I would find out very soon that my counselor was Mr. High.  And that my psychiatrist was "The Undertaker."  I will be filling you in on these classic fellows and how I am dealing with them in the next post.  At the moment I am trying pin point where this smaller map fits in on the larger forest map.  If I can place it correctly, I can map out the entire forest...

A BRIEF NOTE ON BATSHIT CRAZY NATIONAL FOREST...

     For those of you who have never read me in this format before,  being literal is boring... not only for me to write, but for you to read.  Obviously, Batshit Crazy National Forest does not exist.  So, when I'm "in the woods," I am actually dealing with shit in my head.  My brain is the forest.  And everything I write from the woods translates to a fantasy based on what's really happening. 

HALLOWEEN IS OVER BUT IT'S STILL DAY OF THE DEAD!!

     Ah yes... Day of the Dead, or (as I tend to think of it as) Artsy Fartsy Skull Day.  Please don't get the wrong idea.  I, in no way, mean any kind of disrespect here.  To me it's more or less a Halloween bonus day, in case I missed something.  
And let's be clear here, I've missed pretty much everything this year going all the way back to January 1st.

     My shining moment has been starting a blog for the first time in almost a decade about forging a safe path through the Bathshit Crazy National Forest.  If what you've read so far hasn't seemed like much it's because I'm still in the parking lot at the entrance.  I was sure to hit the camp shop to register my existance and pick up a map.  

     I have to admit that having a map available seemed way too easy, but I share my love of maps with Pop.  I could read a map before I could read words.  I opened it up just to have a peek and laughed my ass off.  It's basically a topograpy map with no other markings other then a black X at one edge that says "You Are Here."  I feel lucky that water is a part  of the natural environment.  There are no marked paths, roads, or Ranger Stations.  There are no side notes about what sort of wildlife I may run into.  Hell, there isn't even a key showing the ratio of distance.  I just know that I am here.

     So with that said, I will grab my pack and just hike on into the unmarked forest of my future:  Batshit Crazy National Park.  I'll be in touch soon.  Right now I need to get going before I lose my resolve as it just occurred to me that not only wasn't there any mention of me coming out of here in a better state of mental health, there was no mention of me coming out of here at all.  Which led me to realize I have no idea of how much of the unmentioned wildlife in here might me other Batshit Crazy candidates like me.   

   I'm just happy for the unlimited internet (which really makes no sense) that will allow me to enjoy 3D visits with my wife, Lauren.  

OK, COWBOY UP.