I’ve been living in New York City for a year and a half now, and have become very acclimated to urban life. So whenever I get put in a situation where grass, dirt or trees are present, I get a little too excited. It’s almost like visiting a different world. A world where you can never get a cab and no one knows where to order a good spicy tuna roll.
So it was great to get out of the city and take a little vacation with some friends from high school up in New Hampshire for Labor Day weekend. The condo we stayed in was fantastic. Primarily because we grilled our meals every day and went to the outlets a few miles away. WHERE I got tons of awesome shit from Banana Republic and the Gap for a total of $20 and a handful of high fives and and a hug. It was awesome.
Also awesome? What was literally right outside our back door. Here are a few pictures…
It’s pretty freakin’ beautiful, right?
But like every time I put myself in a situation where I have to have direct engagement with nature, I paid the price. You guys, be happy I didn’t take a picture of what my back looked like after just one weekend in New Hampshire.
I counted. And I had 23 bites from my mid-back down to right above my ass. 23.
So rather than the welts on my back, let’s concentrate on that pretty birch tree.
