Tuesday, June 10

Look out leaches, here we come!
Somewhere in my adulthood, I became ultra-anal; not necessarily OCD. You forget that as a kid, you spend a large part of your summer days barefoot. You don't care if your soles are filthy. You roll and do somersaults in the grass. You know what I mean. These days, I wash my hands at least a half a dozen times a day. I can't stand crumbs or sand in my bed.

This transition was so gradual that I even forgot that we used to go camping. The thought of doing this now really brings up concerns; half of which are cleanliness and bugs, the other is safety and convenience. I plan on reverting gradually. We will start with a day float trip with a picnic on a sandbar. Now if I can just remember to buy a big can of potato sticks.