I got here early in the day and was pretty excited about this pimp campsite. Last night, I stayed up on the Rim, and as soon as I got out of my car some guy from a campsite near mine approached me and offered to help set up my tent. His biceps were bulging almost to the point of ridiculousness, and he was wearing camo pants and a gun. Honestly, he was kind of cute, but the attire creeped me out.
Tonight I wanted solitude, and oh boy did I get it. Sometimes I wonder what I'm doing. I mean, really. I am not outdoorsy. I have an anxiety disorder. So tonight is just a typical night of dispersed camping for me.
First, I worry about wildlife. Oh shit, didn't they just reintroduce wolves in this area?? The following conversation takes place with Nancy:
So then I feel better about the wolves. But then I start thinking, what if some creeper saw me dancing around topless in the meadow while singing "Let It Go?"
Lock the doors. Remind myself I've only seen two cars drive by all day, and they each gave me a friendly wave.
And then I turn out the lights in my car and it is so, so dark. And quiet! Every little sound I hear could be footsteps approaching my car. This is why I don't watch those Criminal Minds-type shows, although other people want to tell me about them all the time.
Take a Xanax. Turn on some Bon Iver. Pray for sleep. Promise myself I'll go to a campground tomorrow night, then repeat this routine tomorrow night when I remember that I don't want to pay $15 for a campsite.
Comments