Shotgun cleaned and shells resting in their cases. Feeders up, trail cameras ready, and bow
sighted in. Yes, it is just about the
time of year when hunters’ wives become hunters’ widows.
Realizing this by looking at the calendar and the trips
planned ahead, I explained to my wife this last weekend would be hers. Just a husband/wife getaway. I suggested to her for us to get a small
quaint cabin in the mountains and separate ourselves from reality. She bought in. In fact, she was all in. From the moment I mentioned it she was
looking for places to stay.
Now the difference between men and women has been documented
for ages. Not physically, but
mentally. This set up of this trip was
much the same way a shopping trip evolves.
When I (men) think about shopping for clothes for instance, I (us men)
can go into the store, check the size of a pair of jeans, and pick them
up. Then I (again, us men) walk over to
the clearance rack, look for the section with the right size shirt, grab one,
and then I’m off to the register.
My wife (women) handles things differently. She looks for the clothes she likes. She spots something that really catches her
eye. She picks it up and realizes it is
the wrong size. She puts it up and will
search the store for another that is the same.
If I ran a clothing store, I would put all the same style clothes in the
same area. Evidently the women’s
sections are not arranged that way. Or
at least that is the way I picture it as my wife works rack to rack like a
bumble bee on a bed of flowers.
The worst part about shopping in this fashion is not the
part of having to endure the flight of the bumble bee. It is having to hear all the way home how she
could not find anything after shopping from dawn to dusk yet somehow I was able
to collect an entire wardrobe in less time than it takes to count one, two,
thr… See what I mean!
So my wife is investigating cabin after cabin, all the while
asking how far this is from that.
Finally, I give in. I take the
busiest 2 minutes and 15 seconds of my day and send her a couple of links to
cabin locations mentioning a couple of choices from each link that I like. Now it was up to her to figure out from
there.
We agreed on the cabin, and hit the asphalt toward our
destination. We put together a list of
about three things we would be interested in doing while staying on our
getaway. And we decided we would not be
disappointed if we did neither. Rest and
relaxation was the main goal. That is
why the cabin I chose had a kitchen out on the porch! A little camping out without camping out.
Yep, my truck is as long as the cabin! |
The cabin was all of 100 square feet of non-air conditioned
space. Hey, we are in the
mountains. We don’t need AC. A fan and the outside air will do. We did have television. Three channels. All three were PBS (to be fair, one PBS
channel was actually PBS Kids). But, to
me, that was fine. In fact, it was fine
to my wife too.
We broke away one evening for dinner. Juicy burgers sitting under an umbrella
while listening to a banjo. We didn’t
have to paddle faster either. Everybody
had their teeth. Everybody had shoes
on. Peaceful.
Now what has this got to do with the outdoors? Everything.
This was the outdoors. Simple
cabin, simple amenities, simple life.
Peaceful.
We decided we may, yes may, invite the kids along and go
there again. It won’t be as
peaceful. But you can’t lock them up in
the closet but so many weekends. My
daughter told me she would call Social Security next time I did that. I told her it would be quicker to just call
611. So much for peacefulness.
August 23, 2012 is a Friday, not Thursday
ReplyDeleteI don't put the dates down, the system does, but August 23, 2012 is on a Thursday according to the calendars I go by.
DeleteYes, you are correct. August 23, 2012 falls on a Thursday,
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