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I Like Some Things

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What do I like? I don’t know, honestly. I know what I dislike. Those feelings are strongly defined in my mind. I know I dislike crowds of people. I hold no affinity towards hypocrites and those who are cruel. I think my dislike of crowds comes from my distaste for consumerism and hivemind. I like things arbitrarily. I sometimes choose a thing to like based on its lack of popularity. Is it a hipsteresque tendency? Or do I just fancy some things for their exclusivity, their difference from the norm?

Cool temperatures, and trees; I don’t know what I would do without those. I like mountains. The distance from society and the peacefulness of the forest, I can live with that. Of course, to say such a thing is an implication of a more insidious reversal of states. Can I not live with the other? With the norm? Who knows?

I like reading, and I enjoy some books. Others are chores: useful, but tedious. I enjoy a good story. I adore a good story. Some would say that a good story is essential. I think I agree. Stories define our characters and shape our world. Stories teach who we could be and what we should or shouldn’t do. Stories are the means by which we adventure into uncharted territory. We send our heroes into the fray and observe the result, uninjured in our safe, real life.

I like some people. I don’t like them all. To like all people requires a like for oneself.

I respect all people. That’s a different story.

I like blue skies, but I also like the rain. I especially like the clouds in a storm. I like the pummeling of the earth as a particularly severe storm thrashes in rage. I like animals, for the most part. Some I like less well than others.

So yeah, I like some things, but I’m not sure why. Maybe I’ll figure it out sometime. Maybe I’ll like what I find.

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Backpacking – A Photo Post

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Over the weekend my father and I went on a backpacking trip. Us being the nerdy tech types that we are, we had 4 cameras with us. I figured I’d share a few pictures with you to put a little personal twist on this blog.

After a nice drive of around 2 hours, my father and I finally arrived at Linville Gorge. The Linville Gorge Wilderness Area is a beautiful and spacious (over 11,600 acres) national park; it’s the third largest wilderness area in North Carolina. We meandered out way up to the ranger station and met the park personnel as they were opening the shop. “Let me see if I can get you any permits.” The jovial, hefty man in the green park service shirt said as he lit the gas lights and had his wife look for the permit book. “Ah, it looks like we have a few left! We can only issue 15 permits and we’ve only given out 2 so far.” After acknowledging the fellow’s advice about skunks and the dangers of yellow jackets, we headed back out to the truck for a dusty ride up to the top of the mountain.

A picture of a river. o.O
A candid shot of the river we took heading down.

I’ll try to condense the rest of the trip a little bit more… Once we had zipped up our 40ish pound packs and made sure everything was secure, we embarked on our brave expedition. Don’t worry, we did this once before in Cali, we’re bona-fide pros. Sort of…

A picture of me...
That pack was heavy... >.>

Once we had hiked the two miles down to the river, we stopped to enjoy the scene, and then kept trukin’ up the trail. On the way we saw a total of 12 people, two dogs, and a bunch of centipedes. Exciting wildlife, right?

My father and his journey...
My father's arduous trek across the perilous rocky outcrop. (lol) *Note - This is an animated gif that runs once, click to see it again.

After our hike down, we found a campsite that we liked. We set our packs down and did a little bit of exploring (i.e. I wandered around while my dad bummed on his backpack.) We soon found a better campsite that was about 25′ above the river. It was a nice little spot that had evidentially been used by a BSA troop before. As per the sock that we disposed of. 

A sock... in a fire.
This is the Boy Scout sock that we "properly retired."
Our humble little campsite.
Our homely abode for the the weekend.
A waterfall picture.
The waterfall near our camp.

After messing around in the river and wandering about, we decided that hammocks would be ideal, and promptly took a nap. We slept well that night and then wandered off to explore some more of the gorge. It was a great trip, and I’ll leave you with a fantastic photo from the preparation… I’m sure you’ll love it. 😉

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Yep, that's what I do with the waterproof camping bags. =p

There you go, a complete photo journey, I even included a twist with my lovely self portrait in the form of “miroir salle de bains Facebook Photo.”