You do have a way with words that dance around in my head. I’ve never been one to learn things the easy way, although getting older, I don’t do as many crazy things either. Now the smell of pine and fur needles, the taste of salmon, berries, and huckleberries, exploding in my mouth on a hot summer day, those are things I completely identify with (being a Washingtonian from birth, from a family that spent most of our time camping all summer). I grew up and live once again on the south side of Mount Adams, at varying elevations over the years. We drank water from Rivers and Springs along the way, ate thimbleberries along with the other two and more. We collected, wild mushrooms, such as Chantrell and Morels, and lived off of deer, Fish, rabbits and grouse. Supposedly we were poor, but I felt pretty rich in reality!
Absolutely love this, Chuck — your analysis of type 2 fun struck a real chord in me. Really stunning writing and thinking. Thank you for it!
So glad you liked it! I’ve read about a lot of type 2 (maybe even type 3…) fun in your essays. Always nice to know I’m not alone
You do have a way with words that dance around in my head. I’ve never been one to learn things the easy way, although getting older, I don’t do as many crazy things either. Now the smell of pine and fur needles, the taste of salmon, berries, and huckleberries, exploding in my mouth on a hot summer day, those are things I completely identify with (being a Washingtonian from birth, from a family that spent most of our time camping all summer). I grew up and live once again on the south side of Mount Adams, at varying elevations over the years. We drank water from Rivers and Springs along the way, ate thimbleberries along with the other two and more. We collected, wild mushrooms, such as Chantrell and Morels, and lived off of deer, Fish, rabbits and grouse. Supposedly we were poor, but I felt pretty rich in reality!