Why Second-hand Adventure is Good Enough for Me

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Why Second-hand Adventure is Good Enough for Me

There was a time in college when we thought we would go camping.
It took  a lot of packing and some walking and some stamping
to rid the site of red ants and to cut away the bushes,
to find a level spot for our bedrolls and our tushes.
It’s good that we were youthful, and accustomed to reversal,
for when it came to camping, this was our first rehearsal.

None of us were nature girls. This was our trial run.
We came for something different, just to have some fun.
We brought a giant bottle of cheap rosé and chips.
Some white bread and bologna. Some mustard and some dips.
Our hopes were grand and hopeful. We were fervid in our dreams.
We lugged all our equipment down faint trails and forded streams.

Lugging a giant cooler, water and some some spray
in case there were mosquitos, slowly we made our way
down to small rude patch of ground that sloped down to the creek.
 My German Shepherd Gretchen went ahead of us to seek
out squirrels and other wildlife that she had a chance to get,
scouting ahead for creatures that might have posed a threat.

The day passed without conflict. We hiked and talked and ate.
We had no trepidation about what would be our fate.
Our night was spent less pleasantly as we slowly slipped
downward hour by hour until finally we dipped
our feet into the water of the creek just down the hill.
Certainly by sunrise, we three had had our fill

of the stones and bugs and soakings that we all had  faced
as all night long my dog barked, ran back and forth and chased
imaginary creatures hidden in the dark
In the end, our camping wasn’t such a lark.
We had a hasty breakfast and as we packed up our gear,
we apologized to others camping far and near

for my dog’s disturbance for the whole long night.
from the first star’s appearance to the first morning light.

And then they told us something we hadn’t known before.
We were camping in bear territory, and they said, “What’s more,
if you had foodstuff with you, your dog did you a favor.
Bears are very partial to young ladies of your flavor!”
And so that first time camping turned out to be our last.
Our setting up went rather slow, but breaking down went fast.
We packed our car and sped right down those twisted mountain roads,
right back to the city. Right back to our abodes.
I gave the dog a juicy bone and flipped on the TV,
sure that second-hand adventure was good enough for me.

 

Prompt words today are fervid, reverse, youthful, giant and camping.

This was a real-life adventure with my good friends Jean and Joan Lenzi who were twins and my college roommates. R.I.P. Jean and Joan. We had many adventures together and this was one of the first ones.

13 thoughts on “Why Second-hand Adventure is Good Enough for Me

      1. koolkosherkitchen

        Why, there was nothing unique about that; many young people did that at the time. The more or less unique part was that I was the smallest of my group and thus the only one able to crawl into a cave with stalactites ripping my clothes from the top and stalagmites scratching my belly on the bottom. Bats getting lost in my hair was another source of entertainment. It was all worth it, though, when I got to an opening where I could at least get up on my knees and turn the flashlight on – I was in the middle of sparkling crystal!

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          1. koolkosherkitchen

            I thought you would’ve gotten it by now: I am an intrepid adventurer and so is my granddaughter! I missed a zipline ride in Vegas because we ran out of time, but I intend to make up for it next year, G-d willing.

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  1. Martha Kennedy

    “Of your flavor” — more likely the baloney. What a great poem (story). I had some adventures like this without food or a dog, but equally naive and dangerous, sleeping in bear country in a sleeping bag on wet ground. Nothing like it. But I was in love ❤

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