Blogging in the Woods



As I write this I am huddled in the only place in the entire campground with an electrical outlet-the women's restroom.

 I am stubbornly and rudely esconsed in my little red camping chair, right between the sinks, hogging all the electricity from the single outlet for my computer and camera.  Need to blow dry your hair?  Tough, I'm recharging!

 So far one woman has laughed out loud and one has loudly "harumphed" at me. Everyone dodges me with expressions ranging from bemused to puzzled to irritated.  One girl excitedly asked me if there was wi-fi in the bathroom. Oh, my evil self soooo wanted to say yes, and to tell her that peanut butter is good for your skin... (I know, there's a special level of hell for people like me.)  I apologized to everyone but the woman who 'humphed' at me.

 But I can't help it, I'm addicted. Addicted to blogging, so here I sit in a National Park, risking a meeting with a bear when I walk back to my tent in the dark, and even though I won't be able to send this right away, I MUST WRITE.  MUST PUT WORDS ON PAPER.  MUST RECHARGE CAMERA TO  TAKE MORE PICTURES TO POST ON BLOG.

 Sorry honey, could you move a little to the left? I need this shot for the blog. Hubby is threatening to find a Bloggers' Anonymous group. 


Mother Nature

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