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Thursday, August 22, 2002 -
Last week my dad and I went backpacking to the South Kettle Moraine, a little state park in the south of Wisconsin. My parents are both from Wisc., (I'm doomed) so it was a good chance to see all of my family one last time before flying across the country. We've packed these trails before; they're some of our particular favorites. The very first backpacking trip I ever took was a one-nighter, in and out, at Shelter #2. All I remember about that vacation was how good the food was (I believe absolutely in good country bacon once or twice a year, whether you need it or not) and how beautiful the view was, especially the way the fog lifted.
We did a quick two-nighter last weekend, just to get back in the spirit, and it's the first time I've been back to #2 since that first weekend years ago. It wasn't quite the same; I found myself more nostalgic than anything else. Carving up wood for a hiking stick or putting the gas stoves together constantly reminded me of "remember that?"'s... I was planning on doing some good thinking and planning about Maryland, and the people I'd meet there and the things I'd do there, but it occurred to me that I really have no idea what I'm getting into. We've always taken an end-of-the-summer packing trip to get our shit together for the start of a new academic year; I've always come out of the woods with ideas about who I want to meet or goals about how well I want to do in school. I'm a little off without finding some kind of plan like that, but what did happen was that I got excited. I'm finally going to go in a figure this stuff out.
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