Speaking of Nalgene bottles, I'm a bit of a whore with them. I think I'm on my 8th one, and believe it or not, I have lost them in some pretty cool ways - not just forgetting them at the gym or leaving it in a friend's car. I rolled boats to misplace some of these puppies; climbed mountains; trudged swamps. Once upon a time I was an adventurer. Now my Nalgenes (because there's more than one) go in my backpack (that is also littered with war wounds from past traverses) and I head to academia. Yes people, at one point I was abhorred by the thought of 'car camping'. You didn't do that. No, wait, that's not true, we did it once. And it was a riot. But we were real campers and real campers packed in water to waterless places, and swated bugs, and crawled over logs and survived on unstable footing.
Funny how things change. Now I kind of get tired thinking about packing the car to go to mom and dad's. And when I say 'packing the car', I actually mean 'putting my laundry basket in the back seat'. I wore NorthFace before it became cool. I had a nalgene bottle before it was hip. I had MEC equipment before it was trendy. And yes, I wore a fleece vest and wool socks in my sandals. And I embraced it. We were like the postal service - nothing slowed us down - not rain, nor sleet, nor hail - we set tents up in it all. I spent a weekend on a beach on the northern tip of Vancouver Island with two other people with nothing other than a sleeping bag and a tarp. It was cold, but there's nothing quite like falling asleep with the roar of the pacific ocean at your feet.
But you know, I'm not sad that my life has changed. It's not that I've not had adventures like I used to, they're just different now. I guess I had to learn to discern between something being different and something being bad, or sad, or just not good. It's a good lesson to learn.
"It takes a lot of experience for a girl to kiss like a beginner."
Ladies Home Journal, 1948