Friday, July 5, 2013
Food Clothing and Shelter
This summer Katie and I went camping in the Adirondacks – the largest park in the country (I believe). We left home in the summer and got out of the car in NY in late spring. It was cold up there. Not only that but it was rainy. We camped for several days in our small 3-person tent and for all but one day, the day we traveled, it rained.
It was beautiful however. There is something to be said for the quiet beauty of camping and eating alone on a lake that is inhabited by Loons, visited by a pair of Osprey, a Mallard every now and then and of course about 10,000 black flies. Katie had never experienced a New England spring where black flies abound about from early May til Late June. Those little buggers bite. You don’t feel them until the next day until the bitten areas start to itch. I made the novice mistake of wearing ankle socks under my jeans. The next morning I noticed about a hundred bites just above the sock line. I should have known better.
On most days we were dressed with long pants, long sleeves, rain jacket and pants, often a hat and typically a fleece top under the rain gear. At night we hit the bathroom, hoping we’d make it through the night without having to get out in the rain to visit the facilities some 50 yards away in the pitch black of the night.
We were comfi in our beds. I ordered really comfortable sleeping pads for both of us and rigged some coupling straps to keep them together so we could be rest on the pad in our double sleeping bag rather than have the mattresses slip apart. I was hoping for some hanky-panky while camping but it never happened. I love sleeping in the woods. It’s quiet. It’s peaceful. The loons sound wonderful when they call after dark. But Katie was in survival mode. This became more of a time to try and stay comfortable than a time of thriving in the backcountry. We got back to basics instead. We slept. We stayed dry. We stayed warm. I cooked and cleaned up afterward. We did some things out in the rain during the day that we had planned – hikes – but it wasn’t like being at home with air conditioning, ovens and sinks, tables and soft sofas.
As a result sex got put on the back burner – maybe it would be better stated that sex wasn’t even considered while we slept in our tent. It wasn’t even a possibility. The ‘door of delight’ was not an option for me. Nada. Keep out. Closed for the season. Beat it. Don’t even go there. Beware of dog. You get the idea – she wasn’t into making love at that time.
After we left the State Park we headed to a less primitive location and slept in a cabin. There was a bed. No electricity and no heat but there was a hot shower, a toilet, a sink, and a queen size mattress. Katie felt better. Not all better, but better. She was a bit more receptive but still no good stuff was about to happen. Finally we moved up another rung on the ladder when we moved to a third stop on my trip and slept in a real hotel room. Ahh, heat, a tub, white towels, privacy. The signs came down. Her engine started. Life was good for those two nights. Really good.
Such was our trip up north. We had a great time – really we did. But it was a time in which priorities were altered. Sex wasn’t on the top of Katie’s agenda. It wasn’t in the forefront of her mind. Making sure that I kept her warm, dry and fed were the priorities of the day, especially when the rain just kept on coming – not hard rain but rain all day long. My role moved from feeling all submissive to just taking care of my Katie. Katie’s mind migrated from keeping me under her thumb with regard to being affectionate with her to making sure that I provided those basic necessities of life. Sex happened to not be one of them and to tell you the truth, I really didn’t miss it although I would have welcomed it should she had been in the mood.
We left the woods with memories. It was beautiful. Katie left with reminders as well – several black fly bites on her face and neck. At the airport we said our goodbyes for awhile and she headed back to civilization while I ventured back to work in the woods.