I toured the Rhododendron Garden for the first time and reveled in its immediate soothing effect on the various American disturbances unsettling my mind. After the tour, I bought an annual pass and knew I would return on a regular basis and sit on a bench under a 30-foot rhododendron and write or do nothing at all except gaze upon a lake and waterfowl.
I would have staked out the tent. And while I was hanging out, I'd talk with whomever I came in contact with. "Hey Mother Fucker" one might yell, pointing their finger at you as they run toward the tent -- "Whadaya doen peepin the only crap I still got?" (If only, right?).
I once got my hands on a batch of anonymous journals that must have been quickly & necessarily left behind — long story for another day.
I agree. See my comment above. I'm glad you posted. I don't know how many subscribers there are here, but it'd be great to get a community of commenters and replies going.
I would have staked out the tent. And while I was hanging out, I'd talk with whomever I came in contact with. "Hey Mother Fucker" one might yell, pointing their finger at you as they run toward the tent -- "Whadaya doen peepin the only crap I still got?" (If only, right?).
I once got my hands on a batch of anonymous journals that must have been quickly & necessarily left behind — long story for another day.
Good move by not entering the tent Matt....
I agree. See my comment above. I'm glad you posted. I don't know how many subscribers there are here, but it'd be great to get a community of commenters and replies going.
Would like to see more comments....and dialog.