Thought I would add that just like you not being fussy about being called Shan I'm not fussy about being called Nan because its an Aboriginal word that roughly translates to - Winter Foot ware so its like you are calling me a pair of galoshes. Cheers!
I call you NAN, because it is a term of endearment because we know each other. SO, I am a hypocrite. I won't call you nan if it upsets you, but nothing upsets you. CHEERS! You are the protector of cold feet forever.
:) :) :) :)! Ha! Ha! I am cracking up! I couldn't have said it better myself! My Ha! thinks your Ha! is very cool and wants to hang out with your Ha! Is that o.k.?? Ha! Ha!
In the alternative lyrics to one of my favorite college songs, "Oh the joy of life intense, as opposed to life in houses, onward make her cut the water..." It is, of course, about crew and rowing.
No but I will try to make some modern conveniences when I camp - like I know how to make a fridge using a dish of water and evaporation. I'm also really good at making fires - I can make a fire in the pouring rain because I know were to find the dry materials in a forest to do so. Cheers!
Tents? What are tents? Just toss your roll out on the ground under the stars - that's camping! If you want primitive, just forget to pack a can opener.
Or for rain, a large sheet of plastic. I did that for two weeks of rain in Wales once. The plastic worked well enough for keeping dry at night, but during the day, cycling in raincoats, the rain went straight through to our clothes. No fun being wet for long hours in the cold. That was back in my early twenties. I doubt I could survive it now.
This post was edited by WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH at October 16, 2019 6:53 PM MDT
WM BARR . =ABSOLUTE TRASH 