Not to mention gauze, blister packs, gloves, and all the other stuff my mom is making me take in my first aid kit to Wisconsin. It takes up half of my backpack! Here's to hoping I won't need to use any of it.
Ever regret a purchase 30 seconds after making it? That happened to me the other day when I bought mosquito spray out of desperation, and then realized it was in an aerosol can. I used it all in 2 days, and now have to take special consideration for recycling the can. I've chosen a regular spritz bottle loaded with deet for my trip.
Since I'll be gone over Father's Day, we celebrated last weekend. My dad isn't really a golf gear and ties kind of guy. His requests usually involve kayaking, going for a walk, planting trees or "just having his family together". This time, it was "I want that concrete patio torn out...by hand".
Enter my brother, Tom, and me. I call us the "concrete heroes". Those blocks we're sitting on are only the bits from others that were too cracked to save. We hauled and stacked about 90 whole blocks in a pile in the woods, where my dad is "saving them for future projects". So in other words, he'll have a really cool concrete Jenga game for years to come. Anyway, we had multiple discussions about what to do with the extra bits. Renting a dumpster and putting them in the landfill? Not in this family. Having a concrete company haul them away for aggregate? Sounds like a lot of work. Dad came up with the brilliant idea to use them as erosion control under the bridge he built when they bought the house. Genius! He gets to do that part by himself.
Now that I'm physically prepped, I'm ready for a month of isolation in the woods. Heck, I'm always ready for anything in the woods. See you in July!!
"What the country needs is dirtier fingernails and cleaner minds"
-Will Rogers
