Posted: 11/21/2009 9:46:47 AM EDT
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I love it. I dream about it for 11 months out of the year. I long for it. One full week out of cell phone range. Zero contact with the homestead. MIA from the family. Just me, my buds, a remote cabin, a variety of fine camp dining, with exorbitant amounts of booze, smokes, and nexium. Vast tracks of northern Maine wilderness. Solitude in chunk form. Big bucks. Moose. Coons. Coyotes. Rabbits. Partridge. Poker. Playboys. Chess. Guitars. AR15's. Shotguns. Rifles. Exploring. Lots of exploring. Oh man did we rack up the miles. Restless first night. Sound sleeping every night thereafter. Epic breakfasts. Incredible dinners. Gas lights. Raccoon raids at 2am. Lots of laughs. Good talks. Three arguments. One king of the hill wrestling match. Lots of Motrin.
Now that I'm back...as I sit here in my annual ritual of detoxification and cycling a bag of laundry ..... all I want to do is eat a salad, pound a gallon of milk, go to church, hug my kids, chase my wife around, and wash the several layers of mud from the truck. My guess is next week I'll be jonsin' for next year's camp experience. Off to go pick up the meat. 
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Certainly grounded in reality!!!!
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