When I emerge from my hibernacula, I'll tell you all about it. I plan on working the word hibernacula into every conversation for the next month.
I can give you a hint- it was wet sometimes, cold sometimes, and fun all times. Except that time I was afraid I was going to fall into the water and be eaten by a gator.
I've assembled my tools for re-entry into the civilized world:
Industrial sander for skin-check.
Motor-oil weight moisturizer-check
Weed-whacker for leg foliage-check
Five-gallon bucket of detangler for hair-check
Masseuse for multiple tender spots-HEY! Who forgot to order the masseuse!?!?!
Happy Trails, and may your adventures never dampen your spirits!
