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.
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