I'm rising.
I'm shining.

Not really.  Oh, I'm up.  Coffee in hand. But I'm not shining yet.
I'm actually still deciding what I'm doing today.

Here's the deal.  I want SO badly to go camping/hiking.  I almost went last weekend.  We've had massive storms here but last Sunday/Monday was due to be clear.  I have Monday's 'off'.  But talked myself out of it for a couple different reasons. 

Yesterday I reminded myself that once again, even though we've been slammed with some impressive storms this week;  Sunday and Monday are little sunshines on the weather report. 🌞🌞  

My biggest priority with 'camping' is that I don't do people.  

I don't do public campgrounds if I can help it.  If I'm going to take off and sleep on the ground, in a tent, slap at mosquito's, watch for ticks and spiders, and eat food I cook over a fire, I don't want to have to make nice and chit chat with people.  

I don't want to hear them talking, laughing, fighting, telling drunk stories until late into the night, or have to listen to their music choices blaring from their campsite until 3:00 am.  I do NOT want to hear their children/kids.  Having to listen to other peoples kids at campgrounds is hell.  Pure hell.  And the RV's?  OMG.  Seriously.  RV's and campers and those damn loud GENERATORS?  F-that.  

If I wanted to hear kids, people, pets, music, cars and trucks and noise... I'd just stay home and camp on my front lawn.

No.  Camping means quiet. Nature. Tents. Solitude. Happiness.  So I do 'primitive' camping mostly.

And I don't know of a lot of places to go near where I live.  I've not had a chance to get out and do much primitive camping here.  But I do have one spot I've gone to before and I liked it.  It's primitive, yet public enough that there would be some others there for my own safety.  And campers in the primitive sites tend to be friendly but keep to the rules of camp.  Respectful of each other and their space.  Friendly but people are there to get away so a wave, a greeting, a silent smile and a nod as they walk by to get to a trailhead, etc.  Those are my people.

But it's almost 2 hours away.
And there is no way of knowing how busy it might be before I make that almost 2 hour drive. 

I do know of a 'hunter's camp' in the area I could use as a backup but my own safety comes into play there.  I have never had the guts to stay. I've driven through as best I could (there are no roads, just a... path, kind of.)  My thought at the time, which I'm pretty sure I said out loud was...

"Wow, no one could hear me scream..."   and I didn't mean that in a good way.

So I high-tailed it out of there.  Well, at like, a snails pace because of the ruts and rocks.  LOL.


Because I have a long list of things I could do here at home today and tomorrow as well that need my attention.