I made a reservation last night at a campsite in South Carolina that is simply beautiful. It's called
Caesar's Head and it's in the Blue Ridge Mountains, which means I get some mountain time afterall. This means I'm really going, or else I'll lose the twelve dollars I put down. Teehee.
3 comments:
Nothing but envy, that's what I'm feeling. This sounds like a fantastic trip.
Buggy, but fantastic.
buggy? do you mean buggy like i'll get eaten up by insects? or buggy like my plan has many small flaws? because the flaws will all be worked out, my friend. rest assured.
I've no doubt. You'll make this a great trip. Even the idea of sleeping atop mountains is romantic to me. There's a certain splendor to it all.
I meant buggy as in insects. We used to get along so well, the bugs and I. I was, after all, a boy. These days... these days they've become my enemy.
Also, I've never camped or slept on earth or anything less than a carpeted floor.
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