Spending time in the great outdoors makes me happy.
Take this for example:
That expression may look like a grimace, but I think that’s actually the face I make when I can’t floss because I’ve been camping. Really, I couldn’t be happier to be right next to this delicately (pun appreciated) fractured, eroded, and weathered Entrada Sandstone!
I just realized I’ve been to N.I.N.E. different national parks in the last two years.
Two things are common in park culture:
1. There are more Europeans than Americans.
2. Europeans carry walking sticks.
I’d like to comment on the latter first.
Dear Europe,
Walking sticks, really? You’re not even carrying a backpack, Moses. And you’re on a trail.
Love, non-sedentary Americans.
But here are my more important thoughts on the first:
Hello Americans, go explore your country! It’s so great! Eurotrash is outnumbering us on the trails of ours truly. When the Sierra and I went to the Grand Canyon last year, all of our friends back in Provo said they’d never been. But I think half of France has. I’m pretty good at math, so you can trust me that Provo is indeed closer to the Grand Canyon than France. What’s going on here, dear people? Just because it’s close, doesn’t mean it’s not cool…
And since nature’s cool … I think we could save it too. So while you’re here click on this cool link about clean energy! Being a tree hugger isn’t synonymous with crazy-socialist-PETA either, so don’t be afraid to say it.
Yep, here it is: my one true love that’s not going anywhere, at least for a few million years.
4 comments:
I love it when you write stuff.
There are a lot of Europeans here, too.
& the word for this is "pabdert." Thought you'd wanna know.
Moses. Hahahaha. Moses.
It's not too often you get all this neatness in one location
The outdoors makes me happy too! So glad we have that in common sis. Love your post. And love trees. Rocks too!
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