I think I’ve mentioned the amount of stress I’ve been under lately, which has been waking me up at 4:15 a.m. Since I’m not coherent at that hour, I’ve been doing non-essential things like airing out my blog’s draft folder. Here’s a funny post I wrote a few summers ago but never published it.
(For background, you will need to first reread this post whereupon Bode, after a day of camping with The Boys, declared he liked musicals better than camping.)
Setting: Several months later, camping in Waterton Lakes National Park in Canada a.k.a. my favorite place on earth in July 2011. We cruised the bike paths adjacent to Waterton Lake on Surrey bikes, hiked Bear’s Hump with awe-inspiring views that peered into the United States , played in in the water at glorious Red Rock Canyon, snuggled up to the ranger’s campfire chats in the evenings and camped a stone’s throw away from Cameron Falls.
I’m aching to go back.
During the midst of our outdoor utopia, Jamie turned to Bode.
Jamie: “Bode, do you like camping or musicals better?”
Bode: “What are musicals, Daddy?”
Jamie: “That’s my boy.”