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Tuesday, September 20th, 2011

To Break The Monotony Of The City Try Camping

I was always one who got tired of the monotony of city life. I craved to be outdoors from time to time, just to clear my head. So that was what I intended to do on one particular day. I had donned my camo pants and camo shirt, and was now pulling on my brown boots. I then searched my closet for the necessary gear, and started a little pile on my bed. All was to be taken out to my truck parked out front.

I made quick work of collecting my gear. I soon had my sleeping bag, a flashlight, my mosquito repellant, a lantern, a pack of matches, and binoculars to scan the woods. I loved to spot wildlife from afar. I picked up what I could manage for my first trip, and made my way through the house toward the truck. I had already grown sick of the new home decor accents I had acquired just a few months ago. I laid what I had into the truck bed.

As I re-entered the house, I remembered that my small round tent was in the basement. I decided to go get that before making another trip to the truck. The light was blown, but there was enough peeking through the one window to see good enough to retrieve my tent. I walked down the fifteen stairs and made my way over to the tent, and picked it up, and turned to go back upstairs. Suddenly, I tripped over my mothers dyson upright vacuum cleaner that was slightly to my left. The tent went flying, landing straight on top of an old sickle that laid on the floor, and that my foot had caused to turn so the blade was upright.

When I examined the tent, which was folded into its box, the blade has seared it in several places. It was then that I decided I would camp Hillbilly style, just a sleeping bag by the fire, on the ground. I was prepared to take on the mosquitos, and any other bugs that may happen to visit my campfire. Now I was psyched, and ready to take on the wilderness.

I laid the tent over in a far corner, but when I turned to walk away, it fell, and knocked over a can of paint thinner. This can had a lid that was very loose, and came flying off, spilling paint thinner into the room at a fast pace. I grabbed, picked up, and righted the can, but now the whole basement was nothing but fumes. I had to get the hose from outside, stick it through the window, and water this down. First, I would take this box of rags in back of me, and wipe up as much as possible.

I soon had the basement floor diluted and well rinsed. At least now the basement was not flammable. I was free now to go back to loading my gear. But something had happened since I first came into the basement. I could barely see at all now. I had taken so long with my mess, that it dusk had fallen, and it was too late for me to take this camping trip.

I returned the things I had already loaded into my truck. It was dark, and the first stars had appeared beside a quarter moon. I stood on my front porch, having a last look at the day I should have spent at my favorite camping site, but had spent frantically correcting my bumblings. But at least I could say one good thing about this day, it had been anything but monotonous.

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