...we'd sell our house, almost all of our possessions, store what we couldn't take with us, say "Peace out" to almost everyone we know and draw a map to where we're headed for the ones we really like. Where to? The Wilderness. Build a cabin. Do some hunting, some fishing, some farming. Maybe adopt a few orphaned bear cubs and a raccoon. Eat nothing but fresh everything. Walk in the wildflowers. Battle a cougar. Befriend an old mountain man and his stubborn mule. Kick it really old school with the boys and my hot wife who makes biscuits non-stop for no reason other than we like us some biscuits. You know...just live the life man. Live the life.City life sucks. Just had to get that off my chest before I go to sleep tonight.
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Gotta love "Swiss Family Robinson" That's what that's from, right? I LOVED that movie when I was a kid. They don't make 'em like they used to.
I feel sorry for the city guy who pissed you off today! I hope your day got better.
Haley...close. Wilderness Family.
Carrie...it wasn't a guy specifically, just a general collection of questionable people I can't seem to get far enough away from.
Can my family come with your family? I promise aren't like those city folk. We're more the speed you describe.
Karly you are more than welcome. I'm pretty certain you guys might even have a spot picked out somewhere. Probably right between a herd of antelope and a herd of elk.
Oh, I knew that! I knew Swiss Family Robinson didn't sound right.
Mauri, You evoke thoughts long buried. your perfect world sounds a lot like our childhood summers on the Bayou (by), minus the bear cubs. There were always coons and someone had a pet crow that had been injured. And a Menagerie of other animals. Did you know you can teach a crow to talk? There was fishing,farming and lots of swiming. There was non stop corn bread and biscuit making. Everything we ate was fresh from eggs to meat and tons of veggies they grew. An average summer morning breakfast was always eggs we gathered, thick slab bacon they cured, sliced cold cantaloupe they grew, piping hot Cathead biscuits, slathered in butter they made with black berry jam. Everything homemade! I so hate that all you younger cousins didn’t have the same experiences. I can remember hating the way fresh milk tasted at the beginning of summer vacation, down home but after getting use to it, store bought milk tasted rotten. It was the same with free range eggs and chickens. Everything smelled and tasted different. I didn’t realize it then but it was “the life”!
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