The disorienting thing, especially for an Eagle Scout, was getting lost. I didn't take a map, assuming that the place would be small enough for me to find my way around. And then I actually lost track of north, which I almost never do, and which was nice. I don't wear a watch so that I can forget about time, but it had been a while since I'd experienced the confusing pleasure of being lost in a woods, especially in this state.
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woah, you're an eagle scout?
this is a whole side of you we've never seen. on another note, we're looking forward to our first summery weekend in michigan for memorial day.
Well, I try not to flaunt it.
But which part of the Boy Scout Oath have you not seen in me, "physically fit," "mentally awake," or "morally straight"?
no matter how i answer this it's not good.
I love that you're listening to "Liquid Swords"--are going to Pitchfork this year?
I'm pretty sure I'm going to Sunday, maybe Saturday, and I'm spinning Swords to decide if Friday would be worth it. Probably couldn't swing three days, though.
I assume you're going to make a day or two, right? Let me know which.
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