August 24, 2001
ok, please look at the
ok, please look at the swinging watch. follow it closely with your eyes. you are getting very sleepy. very sleepy. your eyelids are very heavy, it takes too much effort to keep them open. let your eyes close, and as i count backwards from 4, you will feel yourself falling into a deeper and deeper trance, until you are under my control. 4, 3, 2, 1. you are now completely under my control. you will not notice that i haven't written an entry in 2+ months. you will forget that i mentioned something called the danary. you feel very peaceful. you will unbutton your shir--- i mean, when you awake you will remember none of this, and will feel as if you just awoke from a full nights rest. when i snap my fingers, you will awaken. [snap] so, how's everything going? i'm going to fill you in on my life now(not 2 months, but just the 1 1/2 weeks it's been since i wrote last, remember you don't remember the 2 month gap right?)
well, i'm back from the boundry waters, fairly intacted. everything went well, with only a few tired ass crabby moments, oh and the bears. what? you say. yes, bears! on two nights we had bears walking through our camp. the first night, i was actually touched by a bear. ok, it was through the tent wall, but still. then looked over to see a bear paw under the rain fly on the tent. i shook, and hyperventilated for about 1 hour after that, while my friend todd just went back to reading(bastard), and later sleeping(unbelievable bastard), while i was left to wonder how the bear was going to react to todds growling(snoring). that and to wonder how long i could hold back the fluid waste that was building up inside me. (oh and counting seconds in my head) After the first incident, i did some thinking, and realized that there was a pattern in our bad nights, and it went like this:
night 1 - todd convinces me to sleep with the fly off, and in the middle of the night, it starts to rain really cold rain, making this a bad night
night 2 - good night
night 3 - good night
night 4 - big thunderstorm, and first bear night, making this bad night number 2
night 5 - good night
night 6 - good night
(i've noticed that there seems to be a pattern of 1 bad night, and 2 good nights, so i am kind of nervous about night number 7, but i tell myself that i'm just being crazy(you probably have figured out that since i mentioned 2 nights of bears, and i've only talked about 1, and we only have 1 more night in the bwca, what will happen next))
night 7 - while going to sleep, todd and i hear something splashing in the water, but we go to sleep anyhow. about 5:00, i wake up, because it's raining and have to pee again(i may have just found 2 more patterns). i zip the fly shut, before i realize that i need to pee, but before i can get it unzipped again, i hear some noises coming from over by the other tent. now, since i already expect this to be a bad night, this freaks me out, and i huddle in the tent, and wait. i hear stuff being moved around, and the canoes being pushed, and the other tent being brushed up against. finally after 30 minutes, my bladder is too full to wait, and since i haven't heared anything for 5 minutes, i climb out of the tent, headlamp blazing, and look around, to find an empty camp site(thank god). soon, the rest of the campers decide to follow my lead, and come out to join me, and talk(very loudly just in case the bears decide to come back) about our bear terrors.
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