There is something about camping that makes people revert to their animal nature. In all the millions of years of human history, it's only been a few generations of electricity and indoor plumbing. Something about sleeping on the ground, not showering, cooking over an open stove. And all the sensory of bird songs, pine pitch, cold night air, and dew at dawn. People start smelling, looking, more wild. No showers, women stop shaving, let hair sprout again. Get on all fours, want to be mounted. And the men, barbaric, take them.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
BACK TO NATURE
There is something about camping that makes people revert to their animal nature. In all the millions of years of human history, it's only been a few generations of electricity and indoor plumbing. Something about sleeping on the ground, not showering, cooking over an open stove. And all the sensory of bird songs, pine pitch, cold night air, and dew at dawn. People start smelling, looking, more wild. No showers, women stop shaving, let hair sprout again. Get on all fours, want to be mounted. And the men, barbaric, take them.
There is something about camping that makes people revert to their animal nature. In all the millions of years of human history, it's only been a few generations of electricity and indoor plumbing. Something about sleeping on the ground, not showering, cooking over an open stove. And all the sensory of bird songs, pine pitch, cold night air, and dew at dawn. People start smelling, looking, more wild. No showers, women stop shaving, let hair sprout again. Get on all fours, want to be mounted. And the men, barbaric, take them.
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