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Hi, Iroda.
Hi, Kreess.
Will you go to New England with me?
When are you going?
I'm supposed to leave LAX at 6am Wednesday morning. That means I have to go to the Van Nuys flyaway at around 2am Tuesday night. Then, I'm coming back October 1.
It sounds like a nice trip.
Yeah, I like New England. It smells real good, nice colors. But... I'm still not feeling good. Plus, I'm a little apprehensive about the whole thing.
I thought you were taking antibiotics?
Yeah, as you know, I recently had a sebacious cyst removed from my scalp. I should get the stitches taken out tomorrow. In conjunction with that, I've taken half an oz. of Cephalaxin over the past week. I still feel like go---.
You should be OK, just ask for more Cephalaxin.
But, then I gotta go to New England for a week. I'm sure as hell not paying $60 a night for a motel. Bear in mind, I'll be in northern N.E., not in the southern part with the larger cities. My other options are hostels, campgrounds, or backpacking campgrounds. I mean, I've got a 20 degree bag, a winter tent, a balaclava, two knit caps, expedition weight pants, mittens, goretex mitten covers, everything I need even for winter camping. Still...
What's the matter?
Well, as Reinhold Messner says in the latest Rock and Ice, he was ascared to go out alone, but he overcame it. I don't really get ascared, I just really really don't like being alone, even in a campground with other people. And, he was alone on Everest and Denali. Plus, with me, this feeling is something that's been getting stronger and stronger rather than the other way. Plus, laying on the cold, hard ground is seeming more and more like a coming attraction than an enjoyable experience.
Kreess, you're just getting morbid.
I can't help it, Iroda. When I went out with the Sierra Club's Wilderness Travel Course a couple years ago, it was OK. There were twenty other people in the class. I hated them, they hated me, but, I didn't worry about all the things I worry about when I'm alone. One of them was even an ER doctor. Now, it's just me. It creeps me out.
So, are you going to New England?
I don't know, Iroda, I don't know. I've already postponed this trip twice before. Maybe I'll do it again. Stay closer to home, go somewhere either where it's warmer, or with a group.
Well, let me know what you're going to do.
OK, I'll blog it for you. Ciao.