Hooked Up

I live in a fort. It's the adult version though with things like a French press and a MacBook Pro. There's a bowl of fresh fruit, books, hi-fi, wi-fi, and vintage throw pillows and reading lamp. It's more like a cool bachelor pad from the '60's than a camp trailer. It smells like coffee and freshly washed clothes and right now Neko Case is singing her heart out through old-school Apple speakers. Billie just finished her breakfast and is passed out on the sofa. The coffee is perfect. It's a good morning.

The first few nights have been interesting and fun. I even overslept Monday, first time in years. Still figuring out little things like when I come in at night and it's pitch black, don't lean over too far when reaching for the first light switch because you'll hit your head......HARD. First time I did that I hit so hard I saw a white flash. Second time, smaller flash. The first morning I learned that I should go outside the night before and turn off the propane tank.... it was a little gassy. Another thing is the door needs some weatherstripping replaced. It rattles like somebody is trying to get in - a book of matches jammed in the door frame will work for now.

But what I've found most interesting so far is how little one really needs to live on. It's like that trick some people do when packing for vacation - pack everything you think you need and then leave two thirds behind and you'll be fine.

I have more to share but I must get ready for my corporate job and leave the campsite. I'll be writing more frequently and with greater detail as I pick up momentum.