"All good things are wild and free."
— Henry David Thoreau
Weekends have been good to me, especially this past one. We camped in Harriman for a night. Despite the cuts, bruises, and bug bites that decorate my legs, I'm rarely happier anywhere else than I am in the woods.
I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived. I did not wish to live what was not life, living is so dear; nor did I wish to practise resignation, unless it was quite necessary. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion.
After camping, we ventured back to central NJ for a
Somerset Patriots game and fireworks. I love baseball, but I'm not usually interested in minor league play. Luckily for me, the game turned out to be pretty exciting -- the Patriots came back in the bottom of the ninth inning to win it. The fireworks were pretty good, too.
The following Monday was the Fourth of July. I had to work, but I was able to do so remotely, from a friend's backyard. If you HAVE to work on the most patriotic holiday there is, your assignments better fall between jumps into an in-ground pool and sips of beer. I know mine did.
There's a lot of summer left -- I expect it to be filled with plenty more camping, baseball, pool, and BBQs. And hopefully some new adventures, too.
