call of the bwcaw

it happened again this morning. i woke up in my bed and wished it was a tent. the window was open and the wind was blowing softly through the trees, sun shining. the only thing that makes it tolerable is knowing that at the end of june, we'll be in the wilderness for a week.

the bwcaw calls to me more than ever after last years trip. the wilderness will have satisfaction. three short weeks from now, we will be roughing it. and when i wake up in my tent, i'll probably wish i was in my bed. =)

nah.