Some call camping trips a “vacation”, but our everyday lives are the real holiday, conveniently packaged with microwaves, electric heat, and instant gratification. You come to appreciate things like tarps and rope after toiling for hours in the bush trying to create similar supplies out of woodland materials. Things like natural gas fireplaces and automatic coffee makers with pre-set timers start to seem outright ridiculous. True living takes time, sweat, and determination. Well, at least for me, which means my gal needs to share the same lust for life. This is not an easy request when so many have been raised to fear the lions, tigers, and bears. Ok ya I wouldn’t want to run into a lion, fair enough. Getting over fear is tough, but the rigours of outdoor life are rewarded elevenfold. A warm shower at home after a dusty campout feels great, but doesn’t compare to the euphoria of a splash & scrub in a mountain lake on a sunny morning. It’s true that sex on the couch beats watching TV, but replace the entire living room with a glorious cliff-top scene, complete with wind whipping around your lover’s hair and swooping eagles… it puts surround sound and HiDef to shame. Ever been so far from civilization that the night sky looks like a city? Ever have the darkness reply to your midnight hollering with a pack of yipping coyotes? Alone, these experiences are tremendous. But with a companion, be it lover or friend… well… no words or memories can do them justice. One minute worth a year of boredom.
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The red sky brings a humming.. ‘cuz the mosquitos are coming,
Summer night must be falling,
I want you to be mine, underneath the ponderosa pines,
That’s the reason why I’m calling,
We’ll hear the hoot of an owl, and join the coyote howl,
Crying for good weather,
The cold night air is better, but maybe bring an extra sweater,
We’ll zip our sleeping bags together
Oh babe, baby come out of the city,
You’ll match my woods that are oh so pretty,
Out here it can get mighty lonely,
In the middle of nowhere you are the one and only
I’ll sing you a song from start to end, just please don’t tell my friends,
They don’t understand romance,
Ya baby, this is real living, the crickets rock a rhythm,
Just the right speed for a dance
I hope you don’t mind getting a little dirty,
To find peace and tranquility you gotta get a little sweaty,
Open summer skies and only a small army of flies,
I tell no lies it’s as romantic as can be
I’ll wash the dishes in the river, and pull out all your slivers,
If you keep my company,
It may not feel like a vacation, but the Sounds of Nature station
Can’t compare to my forest symphony
Oh pretty neighbour lady, come along be my baby,
Don’t worry, don’t be scared, we probably won’t see bears,
You’ve seen the Discovery Channel?
Wait ‘til you see the inside of my tent!
You can just sit there looking good, and watch me chopping wood,
Our fire’s way better than the yule-log channel,
We count the evening stars, unless it rains for hours,
In which case I will surely lend my flannel
Oh babe, baby come out of the city,
You’ll match my woods that are oh so pretty,
Out here it can get mighty lonely,
In the middle of nowhere you are the one and only
Fort Mutiny is a vision. Not a flawless utopia, but a lawless tribe of defiant free-spirits, brewing up a more natural life.
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