Camping
When I was growing up, I was a member of the Boy Scouts of America, and if I wouldn't have been such a punk as a kid, I would have easily earned my Eagle, the highest rank attainable in the BSA. But I didn't, and for a long time I didn't do anything with camping. However, when I moved up here, I got involved with a summer camp program with adolescent burn victims, spending a week and a half out in the woods having a good time. Since then, I've had a renewed interest in camping and the outdoors in general. Hence the planning of a camping trip in the sping. As of right now, I have one friend going with me, and I'm trying to convince one or two more people to join in the fun. We'll see how that goes, and if you see in the news some fools getting eaten by a bear or something this coming spring, it's probably me...