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Camping or comfort?

So the horns of this particular dilemma on which I’m being tossed are these:

  1. Stay at home & experience all the bliss of home comforts, including our new memory-foam king bed.
  2. Go backpacking & camping with a troupe of pals, into the Buffalo River Valley, and experience the beauty of nature, the rugged exercise of the hike, and the sleeplessness of a night on the cold, hard ground.

Hmmmm, hmmmm, hmmm. A toss-up, you say?

I too am torn, hither and thither. Should I toss a coin? Should I sleep on it? (In my ultra-cushy memory-foam bed?) But, no, if I’m going, I have to pack my backpack, and it takes a good while to get stuff together, doesn’t it? It’s not like slamming a few odd bits in a bag and taking off.

Yes, home is comfy, and home is work too, useful if not always beautiful work. At home, but not in nature, I can read and write. I can garden and organize my garage. I can (at least try to) sew that laundry basket of old, torn, button-popped pants and shirts. (Please, dear wife, can you help me?)

Ozarks hike
Typical Ozarks hike on a chilly February day.

In the Buffalo River Valley, I can gape with wonder at the rocks, the hills, the rills, the streams. I can lug my 35 or 40 pound pack over slipper trails. I can exhaust myself for a good cause, which is to get out of town, get out of myself, out of the purview of earthly comforts to which we habituate ourselves.

Bourgeois comforts, boys and girls? Or the glories and hardships of nature? (Tune in for further developments.)