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green wide open - 2000-05-03
And then I escaped. Okay, I really needed to, and so did Kim, so we went away for a day, and I feel a million miles better then I did at this time last week, where it seemed as if my happiness was choking me. Like in those nightmares, where your stuffed animals try to maim you? You've had them... So, the timing was perfect. The weather was perfect. Everything seemed perfect. I seemed skeptical at first, about this perfection, until I got out to pee, somewhere off the urethra of the Bruce Penninsula, and I just inhaled pure air, the kind that gives me the fabled full bodied-enema. I urinated on a dead birch tree that had a red splotch spray painted on it, and I will never forget that moment, because after I zipped up, it seemed as if I had just emptied out my personal lint trap. I was sobered from my excessive happiness. We could have stayed by that roadside all day, and it still would have been perfection. It's just that simple. But, we went up further north, to a campground near Tobermory, where we hiked, and I cheated death climbing rocks that I did not think were climbable by me. We ate tuna and I took pictures. The water of Georgian Bay was the prettiest blue ever, almost like a colour I had forgotten, or deemed unnatural... We were also alone there, as no one really has time for camping and hiking in the middle of the week, during early May, so it felt like I had really escaped not only place, but time. This place looked the same way as it did 100 years ago, I'd imagine. It was perfection. I even braved swimming in the lake. Fun. Cold, yet fun. My new fear is of bats. After that, we went to Tobermory, and drove around a little, to the end of the penninsula, where there is a small lighthouse, and where myself and a few others had a really nice time last summer, while staying at Kiirstyn's cottage, which I tried to remember the location of. We stopped for gum at that store that Kiirstyn told me to stay away from (Hoppy's?), and headed home through Sauble and Southampton, stopping to catch the sunset there, and engineerig a whole load of memories that I'm sure I will pine for in the near and distant future alike. The sunset was a little tame tonight... certainly not very fiery. The sky looked like it was painted with water-colours; faint pinks and blues. I had never quite seen anything like it... Nature provides more fun than any amusement park ride ever could, and it is also twice as evocative. What's best about going now is that Tobermory, Sauble and Southampton are ghost towns, that looked as if the population had all fled from killer bees. The ironic thing is that this is almost one year to the day that Natalie, Mike and I escaped from Elmira (not necessarily together, mind you...), with the school's Outers' Club. I had more fun on my own time, though, I'm sorry Mr. Reid. Okay, so I am back now, but I am refreshed. Clean. Smiley :-) I am happy that I have finally realized that the cure for my being morose, or just downright freaky, is only a car ride away, and is easy enough as a bodily function. Try it... I think my dreams are coming back to me...
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