City Shock

So last Friday my brothers and I went camping just southwest of Prescott. The campsite we stayed at was only a few miles outside of town, and there was almost nobody there, since it was so freakin' cold. Kind of a sissy thing to do, camping within walking distance of town, but it was just the ticket for a city-weary misanthrope like me. We had latrines, which alone were worth the price of admission. And we were close enough to make store runs in case we forgot something.

For four days we camped, just sort of loafing around with the occasional diversion of trying to find dry wood and gaming. It was awesome! Therapeutic as well. I wish I was back there now, or anywhere but the city.

We got back yesterday afternoon, and last night I drove out to Barnes and Noble to pick up a book. By the time I hit the parking lot, I'd almost run over some idiot skater with a death wish who'd shot out right in front of me, nearly got clobbered by some stupid soccer mom who was too busy gossiping on her cell phone to drive her Navigator, and been glared at by a loathsome couple for screeching my tires while trying to get my little Altima up over the gargantuan road barriers the strip-mall property managers laughingly refer to as "speed bumps."

Needless to say, the wilderness is looking pretty good to me.

I hate people.