Getting away, she called it. We need to get away from it all.
He thought it was more like bringing everything with them. Packing up the comfortable city life full of conveniences unimaginable a century ago, things like hypoallergenic pillows and gluten-free pasta. They brought their stove, their tent, their memory foam mattress, their propane appliances, LED lamps, a video player. She arranged these things in camp to mirror their house in town.
He looks at what he took with him when he fled the camp for good three days ago.
A knife, a flint, a fishing line and hook.
I like the last line – getting back to basics properly – very tempting.
Ah, Camping. It really should be about roughing it.
Stripping down to basics, so hard to do. But once the trouble kicks on your front door, your survival instinct kicks in. Nicely done.
I sometimes wonder why people who bring their home with them bother to camp. No getting down to the basics that way!
This might not be a match made in heaven, I guess.
Video player! I think I’d set off on my own too.
He’s forgotten a tarpaulin,
Dear J Hardy,
I’d say there’s something about ‘getting away’ she doesn’t quite get. Good one.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Dear J Hardy,
Have you ever read Heinlein’s Tunnel in the Sky? I think you’d like it, just as I liked your story this week. Well done.
Yours,
Doug
Good luck to him. He’ll be fine till it rains.
He seems to have gone back to basics at last. Good story.
He’s right that was not getting away from things. I have a feeling his fleeing the camp has more of a dark meaning then just roughing it properly.
Nice take which rings a bell or two with me. I’ve never understood campers who insist on having beds and other such conveniences. If you want those, stay in a hotel.
Oh, yeah, me’ sturdy ol’ survival knife with compass, hook, line, and flint in the handle… oh, yeah, I’m there!
Halfway through the list of what she took camping, I started laughing. Thanks for the grin.